Ryan Peake Quotes & Sayings

I like being at home and cooking. — Shania Twain

Tonight, late, when I'm still not done with the day but must comply with sleep, I can whisper, "There was done a little good today. Today I changed myself and the world, just a little. And yes, I loved." Most days, that is enough. — Mary Anne Radmacher

I've always been in love with music, but I've never thought to sing. — Tamala Jones

The flood of cheap manufactures, for which the people have no need,destroys their industries. They become dependent on this trade and the demand for goods can only be met by enslaving their fellows. — Barry Unsworth

Religion does not confirm that there are hungry people in the world; it interprets the hungry to be our brethren whom we allow to starve. — Dorothee Solle

There are films that cost a lot of money that might be decent films. But if they don't perform in that first weekend or two, they're gone. — Grant Heslov

I keep a daily journal of whatever weird thought comes into my mind, like when I had a dream I was in North Dakota in the middle of a blizzard and for some reason the Egyptian pyramids were there, too - that I was able to shuffle into the book. — Dan Chaon

He could hear his knees crack, and it made him feel old. You had to live so terribly long to actually be old, but Sebastien was starting to wonder if people began to feel that way quite a bit earlier, and spent their lives waiting for their bodies to match their souls. — Jennifer DuBois

I've always looked for my affirmation through my peers, the people I race against, and within my team. — Jimmie Johnson

"I love you" takes 3 seconds to say, 3 hours to explain, and a lifetime to prove. — Wiz Khalifa

If she thought she'd seen his eyes burn before, it was nothing compared to what they were doing now. Frost had never been so hot. — J.R. Ward

Christ is with us until the world's end. Let his little flock be bold therefore. — William Tyndale

For if in careless summer days
In groves of Ashtaroth we whored,
Repentant now, when winds blow cold,
We kneel before our rightful lord;
The lord of all, the money-god,
Who rules us blood and hand and brain,
Who gives the roof that stops the wind,
And, giving, takes away again;
Who spies with jealous, watchful care,
Our thoughts, our dreams, our secret ways,
Who picks our words and cuts our clothes,
And maps the pattern of our days;
Who chills our anger, curbs our hope,
And buys our lives and pays with toys,
Who claims as tribute broken faith,
Accepted insults, muted joys;
Who binds with chains the poet's wit,
The navvy's strength, the soldier's pride,
And lays the sleek, estranging shield
Between the lover and his bride. — George Orwell

I've told you to look for opportunity, dear Tess. Keep your head up, not down. Don't settle for safety. Push forward-you are not foolish to try. — Kate Alcott

Buddy had taken to Gillian in a major way. He thumped his leg, the way rabbits in love always do. He paid no attention to her frown, or the fact that she waved her hands at him, as if he were a cat to be shooed away. He trailed behind her into the living room. When Gillian stopped, Buddy sat down on the rug and looked up at her.
"You quit this right now," Gillian said.
She wagged her finger and glared at him, but Buddy stayed where he was. He had big brown eyes that were rimmed with pink. He looked serious and dignified, even when he washed his paws with his tongue. — Alice Hoffman