Ventured In A Sentence Quotes & Sayings

A secret, like a chore, always seems to lead to another, one even more troublesome than the first. — Bette Lord

Her companion's discourse now sunk from its hitherto animated pitch, to nothing more than a short, decisive sentence of praise or condemnation on the face of every woman they met; and Catherine, after listening and agreeing as long as she could,with all the civility and deference of the youthful female mind, fearful of hazarding an opinion of its own in opposition to that of a self-assured man, especially where the beauty of her own sex is concerned, ventured at length to vary the subject ... — Jane Austen

I have family in Oklahoma City. — Blake Shelton

If there's a feeling to home, it's this. A place where there are no secrets, where nothing stays buried; not the past and not yourself. Where you can be all the versions of you, see it all reflected back at you as you walk the same stairs, the same halls, the same rooms. Feel the ghost of your mother as you sit at the kitchen table, hear the words of your father circling round and round after dinner, and your brother stopping by, wishing you'd be a little better, a little stronger ... It's four walls echoing back everything you've ever been and everything you've ever done, and it's the people who stay despite it all. Through it all. For it all. — Megan Miranda

I am very, very diligent and extremely hard-working. — Lana Parrilla

Football is, after all, a wonderful way to get rid of your aggressions without going to jail for it. — Woody Hayes

It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of huddling together to keep out the cold. We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep. — Lydia Millet

Acting and modelling are good, but motherhood is what it's all about. — Jerry Hall

Truth filters itself into our perception through our experiences and is mired by our preconceptions; the true revelation of truth is the elimination of itself in the solvent of experience, its dregs floating to the top, where they can be skimmed out with a ladle and discarded, leaving us only with the marinade, the whole no longer existing, only something of its essence remnant in the taste. — John M. Keller

Will you treat people who make you miserable, as prison guards, or travel agents? — Leslie Miklosy