Sapphires Cynthia Quotes & Sayings

Lord # God , I praise Your Holy Name. Let every beat of my heart be a note of love in the symphony of my life. — Mother Angelica

I can only grow to what I will be from what I am, and where I am, so discontent is quite useless. Much more sensible to accept the one and love the other. — Elizabeth Goudge

Don't forget to collect the memories on your journey. Remember, if you only focus on your destination, you will miss out on the benefits of the journey. — Tanya R. Liverman

I never tried to use anything besides my own sweat and blood and talent to get somewhere. — Olivia Munn

I'll return your love, " she says."And I won't look at you differently. And I'll always be there to put something under your head so you don't hurt yourself. — Garth Stein

Well, where did it come from?" I asked. "How did I get it?"
"How do we get most things?" he answered.
"We buy them? — David Sedaris

In hyperbolic tones he listed the catastrophes that in his view were approaching: one, the decline of the revolutionary subject par excellence, the working class; two, the definitive dispersion of the political patrimony of socialists and Communists, who were already perverted by their daily quarrel over which was playing the role of capital's crutch; three, the end of every hypothesis of change, what was there was there and we would have to adapt to it. — Elena Ferrante

That's what I imagined, a giant game park with comfortable lodges and roads. At a minimum, roads. According to the website, there'd be "bush camping" involved, but I pictured lovely big tents with showers and flush toilets. I didn't think I'd be paying for the privilege of squatting in the bushes. — Tess Gerritsen

It's the grapefruit. By which I mean its the pink one.
-Steven Deschain
Wizard and Glass (Dark Tower #4) — Stephen King

The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people. — Ray Bradbury

trash fires gutter in steel canisters around the Market. The snow still falls and kids huddle over the flames like arthritic crows, hopping from foot to foot, wind whipping their dark coats. Up in Fairview's arty slum-tumble, someone's laundry has frozen solid on the line, pink squares of bedsheet standing out against the background dinge and the confusion of satellite dishes and solar panels. Some ecologist's eggbeater windmill goes round and round, round and round, giving a whirling finger to the Hydro rates. — William Gibson

It was before there were any words; there were just things without names, and things without names don't stay in your mind. They fall out, and then they're gone. — M.R. Carey

To achieve anything great in life you must be willing to make a sacrifice. — Kelly Rowland