Wheatland Quotes & Sayings

If you give up on your dreams, what's left? — Jim Carrey

If you are as happy in entering the White House as I shall feel on returning to Wheatland, you are a happy man indeed. — James Buchanan

Tunes sat on the bed with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew he fucked up by messing with Tiffany. — Ms. Brii

Time to read is always time stolen. (Like time to write, for that matter, or time to love).
Stolen from what?
From the tyranny of living. — Daniel Pennac

Remember that the Tarot is a great and sacred arcanum - its abuse is an obscenity in the inner and a folly in the outer. It is intended for quite other purposes than to determine when the tall dark man will meet the fair rich widow. — Jack Parsons

Times change, as do our wills, What we are - is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining new qualities. — Luis Vaz De Camoes

As a kid, books were my great escape and my salvation. — Rodman Philbrick

He's kissing me, quick desperate kisses, like I'm something he needs to live; and I'm kissing him back, crazy with the ache I feel for him, trying to kiss him better, trying to fix him. I'm touching his face, feeling the roughness of his beard, the wet of his tears, feeling the tremors passing through his body, hearing his ragged breathing. And each kiss is a failure. A failed attempt to escape from all that's happening. And I only know this when he slows, drawing it out, letting me taste regret, letting things linger. He pulls away, and I'm saying "Don't, don't, don't", trying to bring him back, kissing his face. But I've lost him. — Kirsty Eagar

What is it? For God's sake, what is it about me you find so intolerable? So wretchedly unbearable you can't even stand to be in the same room?"
He muttered an oath. "Stop provoking me. You won't like the answer."
"I want to hear it anyhow."
He plunged one hand into her hair, startling a gasp from her lips. Strong fingers curled to cup the back of her head. His eyes searched her face, and every nerve ending in her body crackled with tension. The sinking sun threw a last flare of red-orange light between them, setting the moment ablaze.
"It's this."
With a flex of his arm, he pulled her into a kiss.
And he kissed her the way he did everything. Intensely, and with quiet force. His lips pressed firm against hers, demanding a response. — Tessa Dare