Wessex League Quotes & Sayings

We must remember that there's more than one story and plot in every novel. There are at least as many stories as there are main characters, and each of these stories has to have multiple plots to keep it going - blood and bone, nerve and tissue, forgotten longing and unknown events. — Walter Mosley

Maybe it's not about determination
or love
or how hard
you can fight
Maybe it's just bout fate
and what
is meant to be — Lisa Schroeder

Things are forgotten so fast today. Even if 1,000 people are slaughtered, the next day you forget. There has to be new news every day. — Erro

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap. — Phillip W. Simpson

For all those who believe, expect a miracle. — Linda Goodman

Maybe you think you don't need help. Sometimes, I think I don't need it, either. But we all do. We all need help. — Dean Koontz

They looked neither older nor younger now; the beards of the aged were no whiter, nor could the creeping babe of yesterday walk on his feet today ... — Nathaniel Hawthorne

One does not part willingly with early
loyalties or early traditions, and indeed the rolling years do but confirm them. — Michael Moynihan

Every woman goes through a lot of agony before she decides in favour of her own happiness or that of her children. — Andie MacDowell

A little bit of skin + attention to silhouette + an attitude + a vintage piece or two + a decent price tag = Hello, Nasty Gal. — Sophia Amoruso

And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe. — Clifford D. Simak

We grew careless, as people who are lost often do. — Alice Hoffman

Adversity is opportunity inside out. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Those of us who hope to be their allies should not be surprised, if and when this day comes, that when those who have been locked up and locked out finally have to chance to speak and truly be heard, what we hear is rage. The rage may frighten us; it may remind us of riots, uprisings and buildings aflame. We may be tempted to control it or douse it with buckets of doubt, dismay or disbelief. But we should do no such thing. Instead, when a young man who was born in the ghetto and who knows little of life beyond the walls of his prison cell and the invisible cage that has become his life, turns to us in bewilderment and rage, we should do nothing more than look him in the eye and tell him the truth. — Michelle Alexander