Schubarth Montana Quotes & Sayings

Are you a producer or a looter? If diversity were always and everywhere good we would be clamoring for more midgets in the NBA. — Jonah Goldberg

There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything. — Arthur Symons

Whatever come we have to meet it. — Eleanor Roosevelt

Promises are just pretty lies. — J.A. DeRouen

When he tore his eyes from the piece of parchment, his gaze went straight to Sophie, a strange look on his face. He tossed the letter over his shoulder, strode across the room toward her, his eyes alight with triumph. He grabbed Sophie around the waist, tilted her backward, and kissed her passionately on the lips. Finding herself off balance, Sophie held onto his shoulders. Her heart soared at his sudden display of affection. — Melanie Dickerson

The best way to capture moments is to pay attention. This is how we cultivate mindfulness. Mindfulness means being awake. It means knowing what you are doing. — Jon Kabat-Zinn

Rule if this goes bad it's gonna be so, so bad." Her voice was just a husky whisper against my chest.
"True, but if it's good it's going be so very, very good. — Jay Crownover

When you cleaned out this house of anything valuable," Harry began, but Mundungus interrupted him again.
"Sirius never cared about any of the junk--"
There was the sound of pattering feet, a blaze of shining copper, an echoing clang, and a shriek of agony: Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan.
"Call 'im off, call 'im off, 'e should be locked up!" screamed Mundungus, cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pan again.
"Kreacher, no!" shouted Harry.
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft.
"Perhaps just once more, Master Harry, for luck?"
Ron laughed.
"We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading you can do the honors," said Harry.
"Thank you very much, Master," said Kreacher with a bow, and he retreated a short distance, his great pale eyes still fixed upon Mundungus with loathing. — J.K. Rowling