Great Quotes Part Two

Aidan was still thinking about the things his brother had said to him. 


‘Maynard said I didn’t deserve to be the Wilderking any more than he did.’


‘Maybe. I don’t know,’ Bayard answered. ‘Does a tall man deserve to be tall? Does a Prince deserve to be the son of a King? A bird might think he deserves to swim as well as a fish, but if he sits moping on the riverbank instead of using the wings God gave him, the fox is going to eat him.’


‘Your brother would rather have his own way than be happy. He’s thrown away the grace he was given because it’s not the grace he had in mind.’ 


The Truthspeaker paused to reflect on that. ‘There’s not much hope for a person who won’t live in the grace he’s given.”


The Wilderking Trilogy by Jonathan Rogers

Great Quotes Part One

“I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it’s not what the world holds for you, it’s what you bring to it.”
from Anne of Avonlea
by Lucy Maude Montgomery



“And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.”
John Steinbeck’s East of Eden




Human beings can always be counted upon to assert, with vigor, their god given right to be stupid – Dean Koontz, Seize the Night.


“One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent” 
Julie Garwood’s The Secret.

Typing

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He amazes me. 

Pocket Charts

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Happy August

 “The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.”


Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbit