Soldinger Steve Quotes & Sayings

Look how you've grown. I remember the day you were born. I could hold you with one hand. You were the world's best thing. The most precious." Aren't I now, to you? she wanted to say. Instead, she whispered, "Tell me how I was." "You had a warrior's heart, even then." "I was just a baby." "No, you did. Your cry was so fierce. You held my finger so tightly." "All babies cry. All babies hold on tight." He let go of her hand to lift his, and brush his knuckles across her cheek. "Not like you." * — Marie Rutkoski

I write on the typewriter. I like it because I like the feeling of making something with my hands. I like pressing the key and a letter comes up and is printed on a piece of paper. I can understand that. — David McCullough

After the island of Sebu follow immediately the island of Mindanao, an island of more than three hundred leguas in circumference, and Jolo, which is small. Lower down is the island of Borneo, a very large island, more than five hundred leguas in circumference. All of these islands are densely populated, although that of Borneo is not subdued. Neither is that of Mindanao in entirety, but only the river of Botuan, Dapitan, and the province and coast of Caragan. — Antonio De Morga

Despite all odds we have emerged as one people and one country. — Yahya Jammeh

Michelin Star? I'd rather chew a French rubber tyre. — Fennel Hudson

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy. — Gayle Forman

I'm a firm believer that no matter how small an object is, you can find interesting things out about it and its history. — Henry Petroski

Our goal is to enjoy, not to achieve perfection — Susan Jeffers

6Now godliness with contentment is great gain. — Anonymous

Inspiration is not just a short-term momentum. It could take time and generations of change to truly build a culture of creativity. — Pearl Zhu

My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. he was left handed. The thing that was descriptive about it though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up to bat. He's dead now. — J.D. Salinger

[T]he world needs us to be as flawed as we are. Everyone here needs to know that to get better. To know that they don't need to be fixed. — Tabitha Freeman