Seeton Road Quotes & Sayings

Sanctuary cities are a lot like hitchhiking. And the abstract, it feels really good until you feel dead. — Greg Gutfeld

If you find from your own experience that something is a fact and it contradicts what some authority has written down, then you must abandon the authority and base your reasoning on your own findings. — Leonardo Da Vinci

The more we invest in our spirituality, the more consistently we can elevate our consciousness and connect to the spiritual source of everything good. — Yehuda Berg

That which is denied gains power, and seeks strange and unexpected forms of manifestation. — Peter J. Carroll

I have some knowledge of the time that may be misspent, clinging to fictions and supposing them truths. — Sarah Waters

Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future. — Deepak Chopra

Hello," he whispered.
Her smile turned tremulous. "Hello. — Kristen Callihan

Lotus-land as it appears in 'Free Will' is simply a metaphor for an idealized background, a 'land of milk and honey.' It is sometimes also used as a pejorative name for Los Angeles, though that was not in my mind when I wrote it. — Neil Peart

I never had a gay son." Stu gave an overly dramatic sniff. "But if I did, I'd want him to go to the city for dinner with a boy just like you."
Petey slapped his back. "And don't forget all that sex they'll have afterwards."
"Oh, yeah." Stu nodded. "If only my fictitious gay son could get as lucky as Lucho is gonna get tonight. That's all a man could ask for. — Z.A. Maxfield

Fears are nothing more than a state of mind. — Napoleon Hill

Dinner was served on mismatched plates with paper napkins and silverware that looked like it had been stolen from a school cafeteria. The spaghetti was from a box that was still poking out of the garbage pail, the sauce from a jar that was sitting beside the sink. I got the definite impression that he chose to make dinner because he couldn't afford to take me out. — Arlene Schindler

Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke. — Christopher Paolini

Look at me." His voice was all seriousness, the teasing gone. I lifted my eyes to meet his blazing blue ones. "Don't say that. It's not true. You've given me this." He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "And this." He put his hand over my heart. "And this." He put both our hands over my belly and left them there. "There are no great gifts, Brynne. — Raine Miller