"Whatever Juice this sky will pour this gaping parched old throat will drain; What time the Harper harps I'll dance: 'tis He, not I, who shall complain. Meal may be scarce and cakes be burnt, yet I weep not nor even scold: The sun is food enough for me, 't is large, and has not yet grown cold."

-- Ridgely Torrence

#Gratitude Quotes #Sky Quotes #Cake Quotes

“This loss of self contributes to illness in its myriad forms.”
“The media I've had a lot to do with is lazy. We fed them and they ate it every day.”
“Our intelligence community needs better coordination of operations and exchange of information, and that's why we need an overall director of national intelligence and a national counterterrorism center.”
“The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.”
“I think writers worry that you might not exist in some strange way if you're not writing.”
“When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.”

Source : Jean Rhys (1985). “Tales of the wide Caribbean”, Heinemann Educational Publishers
“I'm sorry about your face." Jamie looked over his shoulder, and touched the demon's mark crawling along his jaw with the back of his hand. "Sorry about saving all our lives by doing something you had to do?" "Oh no," Nick said blandly. "I just meant, you know. Generally.”
“I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.”

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