Tony Serra Quotes & Sayings

That's what being in love looks like. I didn't have that, and I wanted it.

But then you found it.

I did, but that doesn't mean you won't. Love isn't a finite thing in the universe. It's not like it gets used up by people who got there first. — Melanie Harlow

On earth we have nothing to do with success or results, but only with being true to God, and for God. Defeat in doing right is nevertheless victory. — Frederick William Robertson

If nothing lasts then everything has meaning. If everything dies that means we actually live. — Chris Matakas

He'd lived for those letters, he remembered. He'd imagined meeting and marrying Miss Sarah Matthews, and bringing his bride up to meet his friend at Beaumont Hall. But the visit was not to be - Jeff died, despite Nolan's care and desperate prayers, and once he was gone, there was no real reason for Nolan to remain at Beaumont Hall. The "Spinsters' Club" had invited him and a couple other candidates to come for Founders' Day. He'd ridden southward, knowing Sarah Matthews would be as beautiful in person as she was interesting in her letters, and hoping she would not hate him because he was a Yankee. — Laurie Kingery

If you had a lot of money and you were miserable, you'd be miserable poor. — Glen Duncan

The way to deal with the devil of obesity and diabetes is literally one day at a time. — Stephen Furst

We don't even know we are brothers. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I never really felt like I belonged in California. — Molly Ringwald

Lying on her side, the warm fire at her feet, Helen's laughter died away as Lucas suddenly went from tuning to playing.
It was like an orchestra in an instrument.
He played with both hands-not one hand picking and the other holding down strings-but with both hands so that it sounded like more than one guitar was playing. Sometimes he hit the strings to make them hum like a harp, and sometimes he hit the body of the guitar like a drum to add bass and keep time. It was the most fascinating thing Helen had ever watched, like Lucas had a dozen voices in his head, all singing the same song, and he'd figured a way to make them come out of ten fingers.
Helen looked at his face and could tell why he loved it. It was like thinking for him, only this was a puzzle that he could share with her as he solved it.
He'd walked into her head when he'd come to her world. And she'd walked into his when she finally heard him play.
It was heaven. — Josephine Angelini