Wieman Auction Quotes & Sayings

Sweetie, she-warriors dont scream. We wow our men with a look, tame them with a smile. — P.C. Cast

It is how you handle challenges that characterizes a SoulMate relationship. — Annette Vaillancourt

Since we came to this world we only heard lies. But it's the lies that make it interesting. The truth would devastate us — Piero Scaruffi

You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray.
(how to calm a crying baby) — Joyce Maynard

This isn't about validation, this is about having someone's hand to hold when I'm walking through the creepy forest. I really thought of that tonight. Life is sometimes one great big creepy forest, and as much as I love you, we are both getting to the age where each other just isn't enough. — Davee Jones

Since 9/11 what we have seen, and now increasingly understand in more depth than Christians in past generations, is that the final enemies of Jesus and of His people are not who we thought they would be. It may be surprising to learn that the future prophesied destroyers of the United States, and the purported conquerors of the world, pray regularly each day, prohibit abortion, denounce homosexuality, and forbid alcohol. Who are these people? Christian fundamentalists? Well, not quite. — John Price

Riot squads were ready to go into action. Although these young English boys (many of them civilians themselves little more than a year ago, and with only a very sketchy idea of the problems of administering Imperial — Paul Scott

Don't grow much more, or you will be taller than I am, little Longlegs! Annemarie smiled, but Peter's comment was no longer the lighthearted fun of the past. It was only a brief grasp at something that had gone. — Lois Lowry

I burn the clouds,
Knowing that remembrance has thorny flasks.
I plough the sky by sea,
Knowing that tears are bluer than my joy.
I watch my follies in fancy, hoping that sparrows inherit my maze,
And listen to those who rouse war from its nap.
I see my blood trundled at the borders,
I plead to words to gather it on the page. — Basim Furat

No man ever looks at the world with pristine eyes. He sees it edited by a definite set of customs and institutions and ways of thinking. — Ruth Benedict