Southards Boatyard Quotes & Sayings

In the end, We're all the same. — Ben Kweller

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross. — Cynthia Hand

If walls could talk - scratch that, if walls could make sarcastic comments... well, things would be interesting. — Meghan Apriceno Carr

What matters is who we are, not who we beat. — Tom Shadyac

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore. — Naomi Wood

If philosophy is practice, a demand to know the manner in which its history is to be studied is entailed: a theoretical attitude toward it becomes real only in the living appropriation of its contents from the texts. — Karl Jaspers

I'm up and down and round about, Yet all the world can't find me out; Though hundreds have employed their leisure, They never yet could find my measure. — Jonathan Swift

You give me strength I didn't know I had," I said. "You make me better."
She blushed. "I don't know what to say."
Emma, bright soul. I need your fire - the one inside you. — Ransom Riggs

Only those who have the great capacity of genuine trust can enter this realm [the realm of the buddhas]. Those who have no trust are unable to accept it, however much they hear it. — Dogen

I believe my party should never flinch from the requirement that we must continue this progression, otherwise we may end up like the Republican party who lost an election last year that they could have won were it not for their socially conservative agenda. We may have gone two steps forward, but I fear we may have gone one step backwards. The modernisation of the Conservative party is not yet complete. — Margot James

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades. — Boris Pasternak

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

For this life, he would gladly sell his soul. And honestly he had.
Lydia owned it and he was ever, eternally, hers. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

One of Victor's friends had a pet called "Terry the Truth Cat." When she was little and her father thought she was lying he would pick up the cat and say, "You kids tell me the truth or Terry gets it." I guess it was supposed to help with honesty but it seems pretty fucked up. Plus, I don't think I could threaten a cat. Maybe we could get Terry the Truth Turtle and threaten him with a fake gun. We'd be trying to get our daughter, Hailey, to tell the truth and he'd just hide his head in his shell like, "I'm not part of this. I'm not with you guys." But I don't like guns so maybe we could hold it over a pot of boiling — Jenny Lawson