Stickball Native American Quotes & Sayings

Virtue tested: Have I not survived hunger and thirst, suffering, and mockery for the sake of the truth which heaven has awakened in my heart? — Khalil Gibran

Life is about refinement, not perfection. And you still have refining to do. — Dan Millman

DENY, DENY! Women always want to believe you, and if you can give them even a smidgen of doubt, you've got a chance. That's mano-a-mano credo # 1. — Jack Dancer

The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers. — Federico Garcia Lorca

In the end, we decide if we're remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it. — R. K. Milholland

Now was too big, like a giant dark planet coming up over the horizon. she wanted then. That's what he'd seen that day, a brightness with darkness all around, watching her, as if she were glamorous, as if she were a rare and mysterious creature. — Janet Fitch

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. — Aristotle.

[On God:] She makes everything possible. — Helen Reddy

People have struggled for the benefits of others, you can struggle at least for your own benefit. — Amit Kalantri

Mira moved into the light like a sleepwalker, leaving Blue behind in the dust, the unused room, the past.
She thought of the fabled hundred years that cursed girls like her had slept, and how, after that much time, everything would be covered by a thick blanket of dust, including the princess. The intrepid prince would have to trust that something beautiful was hidden underneath. He'd kiss her and the first color to be revealed would be the chapped pink of her lips.
Her eyes went to Freddie, playing his guitar and lit by the sun. She couldn't picture him kissing a girl coated by dust - he was too alive for that.
He was golden. And she ... she was covered with death, with her grief over her parents. She'd tried to replace them with dreams, and she'd drifted through life in a haze, her eyes seeking ghosts instead of the world around her.
She was already asleep.
She had been for a long time. — Sarah Cross