Verdegaal Bros Quotes & Sayings

Any good groupie loves the music so much it's part of the bloodstream — Pamela Des Barres

I'm not going to lead my show talking about my kids, but will I perhaps mention my five-year-old swimming? Yeah! I think listeners groove on that because frankly, it's genuine. — Adam Schein

Why no pictures?" While I knew from the beginning that I did not want to include them, it took lengthy discussion with readers to articulate exactly why. It comes down to the fact that photos capture one instant in a person's life. I hoped to bring these people alive as complex individuals: hopeful, gloomy, anxious, playful, devious, etc. Photos, within these covers, undermine that, in my opinion. So we left them out. Photos — Dave Cullen

The biggest fear a corporate government has is that the masses will refuse to work. — Steven Magee

All doors open to courtesy. — Thomas Fuller

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He dismounted and helped Amelia to the ground. At his direction, she sat on a fallen birch log while he set up a makeshift camp. She waited with her hands folded neatly in her lap, watching his every movement as he pulled a bundle of blankets from the packsaddle. In a few minutes he had made a fire in the stone-circled pit and laid out a pallet beside it.
Amelia hurried to the pile of blankets and burrowed beneath the layers of wool and quilted cotton. "Is it safe out here?" she asked, her voice muffled.
"You're safe from everything but me." Smiling, Cam lowered himself beside her. — Lisa Kleypas

The high gray-flannel fog of winter closed off the Salinas Valley from the sky and from all the rest of the world. On every side it sat like a lid on the mountains and made of the great valley a closed pot. On the broad, level land floor the gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal where the shares had cut. On the foothill ranches across the Salinas River, the yellow stubble fields seemed to be bathed in pale cold sunshine, but there was no sunshine in the valley now in December. The thick willow scrub along the river flamed with sharp and positive yellow leaves.
It was a time of quiet and of waiting. The air was cold and tender. A light wind blew up from the southwest so that the farmers were mildly hopeful of a good rain before long; but fog and rain did not go together. — John Steinbeck

Mad woman on another tour;
Everything she is she spits out on the floor.
An old man tells me she's sicker than the rest.
God I've never been afraid like this. — Mark Z. Danielewski

If you could avoid all your mistakes, you'd miss everything you learned from them. — Marie Forleo

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all. — Emily Dickinson