Thorndale Shetland Stud Quotes & Sayings

My car rounds the corner, riding the path to the body shop. When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat.
Oh, boy. I'm in trouble. — Simone Elkeles

Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see."
I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go."
He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said.
"Would you rather I do that?"
"No. Not even a little. — Janet Evanovich

Not to be occupied with thy sin, but to be occupied with God, brings deliverance from self. IX. Humility — Andrew Murray

Faithful: When will you learn to leave well enough alone?
Alanna sighed. When I want to stop learning, I guess. — Tamora Pierce

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. — Dr. Seuss

What are you doing at the moment? How does that compare to your competitors? What do you want to achieve? How can you create something people want? — Max McKeown

If melodrama is the quintessence of drama, farce is the quintessence of theatre. Melodrama is written. A moving image of the worldis provided by a writer. Farce is acted. The writer's contribution seems not only absorbed but translated ... One cannot imagine melodrama being improvised. The improvised drama was pre-eminently farce. — Eric Bentley

War is fear cloaked in courage. — William Westmoreland

Decide exactly what you want and resolve to persist, no matter what, until you achieve it. — Brian Tracy

Learn to let urgency go. Nothing is urgent. Stress is the product of uncertainty and urgency of life. — Debasish Mridha

I was raped when I was very young. I told my brother the name of the person who had done it. Within a few days the man was killed. In my child's mind
seven and a half years old
I thought my voice had killed him. So I stopped talking for five years. — Maya Angelou