Schwebachs Auto Quotes & Sayings

A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is built on some of the same rules. The partners
do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate but gay
and swift and free, like a country dance of Mozart's. To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern
and freeze the movement, to check the endlessly changing beauty of its unfolding. There is no place
here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm, the heavy hand; only the barest touch in passing. Now
arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back - it does not matter which. Because they know they
are partners moving to the same rhythm, creating a pattern together, and being invisibly nourished by
it. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time. — Rebecca Solnit

Someone asked: What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?
and i said(object): i give up..!!! — Paradox

Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage. — Joe Abercrombie

No one starts out with the answers. You figure them out as you go and you learn from the people who figured them out before you. — Andrew Klavan

Stop allowing people to capitalize off your insecurities. — Deborah J. Monroe

Because I loved him, I let him think he actually had a say. — Genna Rulon

I'm inspired by the poets, so I'm always going to give in that direction, rather than in any other. It's the making of me ... and also the downfall of me. — Roy Harper

If we are not receiving some type of ridicule for our beliefs, we are probably doing something wrong. — Dillon Burroughs

Anger destroys your soul. — Marvin Gaye

For a moment, I'm part of it all. Then I'm just apart — Ally Condie

In a climate changed world, it is a smart person who thins their trees so that the abnormally high winds can pass through them without damage. — Steven Magee

When I was eight, my mum found me humming to myself and scribbling on a scrap of paper. When she asked me what I was doing, I got shy. I was writing a Christmas song, and I had never shared my music with anyone before. Reluctantly, I sang it for her ... and she loved it. Of course she did - she's my mum. — Neil Jackson