Saritas Prunedale Quotes & Sayings

I honestly don't have many creative outlets. I'm not crafty - although motherhood has forced me to try to be - and I can only draw trees, beaches, and clouds. I'm a so-so cook except for deviled eggs. Writing has always been the one thing I feel that I am pretty good at doing. But it's enough, thank goodness. — Sarah Dessen

Jesus is the hope of the world and the local church is the vehicle of expressing that hope to the world. — Andy Stanley

Arnold Schwarzenegger looks like a condom full of walnuts ... — Clive James

The rules of friendship are tacit, unconscious; they are not rational. In business, though, you have to think rationally. — Steven Pinker

It's a sin for a writer to go looking for camels to put into his or her pages. I only want details that are the story. — Richard Flanagan

The holes would close up. The ripping seams would come together. But I would never be as I was before. Before him. My crazy beautiful love. — A Meredith Walters

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul. — Waylon Jennings

O ruthless, perilous, imperious hate,
you can not thwart
the promptings of my soul. — Hilda Doolittle

By deciding to succeed and actually trying to make your dreams come true, you are already successful. Your effort and continued dedication distinguish you from those who don't have the courage or stamina to really try. — Daniel Klatt

The happiest moments are when we sit down and we feel the presence of our brothers and sisters, lay and monastic, who are practicing walking and sitting mediation. — Nhat Hanh

When I was at school at Paris, I had special lessons from Mademoiselle Antoine, an actress at the Comedie Francaise, and I was taken to every sort of play. I felt very grand. — Vivien Leigh

You really didn't appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it. — Ilsa J. Bick

Her eyes, always sad, now looked into the mirror with particular hopelessness. "She's flattering me," thought the princess, and she turned away and went on reading. Julie, however, was not flattering her friend: indeed, the princess's eyes, large, deep, and luminous (sometimes it was as if rays of light came from them in sheaves), were so beautiful that very often, despite the unattractiveness of the whole face, those eyes were more attractive than beauty. But the princess had never seen the good expression of thise eyes, the expression they had in moments when she was not thinking of herself. As with all people, the moment she looked in the mirror, her face assumed a strained, unnatural, bad expression. — Leo Tolstoy