Tidmouth Milk Quotes & Sayings

Don't say 'the White House wants.' Buildings can't want. — Donald Rumsfeld

Because his mother never met a boundary she didn't want to cross. — Susan Mallery

Freedom is not having any standard outside one's own consciousness, but bearing all responsibility oneself. Freedom means that one can never again receive help. Joseph Conrad says this in Typhoon: The loneliness of command is that there is no help from anyone in heaven and earth. I've experienced that, in one single, decisive moment: no one could help me, I had to do everything myself, without aid or advice from anyone. It was an enormous loneliness, a moment of total loneliness between the stars and the earth. — Jens Bjorneboe

I don't know about you, but I like to fall in love on Mondays. This way if things go south right away you still have the weekend. — Dov Davidoff

You're a different human being to everyone you meet. — Chuck Palahniuk

We do not think ourselves into new ways of living, we live ourselves into new ways of thinking. — Richard Rohr

Self-confidence can be crippling. — Leonard Michaels

I would ask if you miss me like I miss you, so that there is not another spot in all the world that seems to mean anything at all, but where you are. — Jo Baker

The year was dying early, the leaves were falling fast, it was a raw cold day when we took possession, and the gloom of the house was most depressing. The cook (an amiable woman, but of a weak turn of intellect) burst into tears on beholding the kitchen, and requested that her silver watch might be delivered over to her sister (2 Tuppintock's Gardens, Liggs's Walk, Clapham Rise), in the event of anything happening to her from the damp. Streaker, the housemaid, feigned cheerfulness, but was the greater martyr. The Odd Girl, who had never been in the country, alone was pleased, and made arrangements for sowing an acorn in the garden outside the scullery window, and rearing an oak. — Charles Dickens

Once she would have found him mysterious and alluring. She had grown wiser. Dangerous men were neither romantic nor exotic; they were men who could hurt you. — Robin Hobb

The ever-present macabre, a universal dance,
You cannot hide, whether you wield crossbow or lance.
Like the bones of the house in which you dwell,
Death will come, to drag your soul to hell. — Christa Carmen