Glenda Quotes

You'd think that would have been forgotten long ago. But no, no sooner has a little grass grown over it than some clumsy camel comes along and rakes it all up again." Caroline giggled. She was probably imagining Aunt Glenda as a camel. "This is not a TV series, Maddy," said Lady Arista sharply. "Thank goodness, no, it isn't," said Great-aunt Maddy. "If it were, I'd have lost track of the plot ages ago.

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she'd rush away again.

I still have a headache,” said Charlotte, without looking up from the floor. “There, you see?” Aunt Glenda gave a venomous smile. “I have a headache too,” said Mum. “But that doesn’t mean I’m about to start traveling in time.

Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part.

He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through.

Sometimes words come out of me and I don't know where they come from or why. They're like falling stars tumbling through the universe; bright, burning things that can't be stopped.

Acting is not about dressing up. Acting is about stripping bare. The whole essence of learning lines is to forget them so you can make them sound like you thought of them that instant.

Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a home.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

They put it like that?' said Glenda, wide-eyed. 'Oh, you know the sort of thing if you read the papers a lot,' said Ponder. 'I seriously think they think that it is their job to calm people down by first of all explaining why they should be overexcited and very worried.

Tomorrow we go back to normal?" "Sure," Mab said. "It'll be like none of this happened. Except I'll still be pregnant, and you'll still be making dragons, and Glenda will still be pretending that Dreamland is Cancun, and Weaver will still own the only green velvet demon in captivity. Other than that, perfectly normal." "I just meant no demons trying to kill us," Cindy said. "My baseline for normal is a lot lower than yours.

Physicists say we are made of stardust. Intergalactic debris and far-flung atoms, shards of carbon nanomatter rounded up by gravity to circle the sun. As atoms pass through an eternal revolving door of possible form, energy and mass dance in fluid relationship. We are stardust, we are man, we are thought. We are story.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

The girl danced like light on water. After I'd watched for a while I looked with all of me, not just my eyes, and then I saw the meaning of the dance. I wanted to stop looking because it was so sad, but I couldn't because it was so beautiful.

I couldn't remember anyone hugging me like that before.

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

Plate after plate sparkled under Glenda’s hands. Nothing cleans stubborn stains like suppressed anger.

The truth of the matter was that Juliet would look good in a sack. Somehow everything she wore fitted perfectly. Glenda, on the other hand, never found anything good in her size and indeed seldom anything in her size. In theory, something should fit, but all she ever found was facts, which are so unbecoming.

I wasn't going to let things happen to me any more. I was going to make them happen.

I don't make promises in case I can't keep them. Sometimes you can't help it; things stop you.

When the doors closed behind me I felt like a bird had got inside my chest and was beating its wings trying to get loose, and it wasn't leaving much room for me to breathe.

It's like waking up and finding there's a war on. Nothing's the way it used to be and it's difficult to get your balance. That's why I held Billy's hand.

Glenda enjoyed her job. She didn’t have a career; they were for people who could not hold down jobs.

I couldn't tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was looking right inside her to where her memories were. She smiled, and I wondered if she knew what I'd seen or if she could see the pictures I kept hidden inside myself.

If I'm too strong for some people, that's their problem

Some people, like my dad, have invisible scars; others, like Tia, have scars you can see.

I looked at her moonskin face her pansy eyes and her cobweb hair and I knew I would go on giving her one last chance for ever.

The wheels hummed lullabies on the liquorice road ...

The shed was filled with a special kind of quietness.

Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armor for the fearful, and nests for those in need of a home.

I know that sentence is long and has too many joining words in it but sometimes, when I'm angry, words burst out of me like a shout, or, if I'm sad, they spill out of me like tears, and if I'm happy my words are like a song. If that happens it's one of my rules not to change them because they're coming out of my heart and not my head, and that's the way they're meant to be.

..so Grandpa turned the rusty latchkey of his magnificent remembery and set free a symphony of stories

But saying stuff, even if it's good, isn't enough. Dad never did anything, he just talked about it. Even I knew you needed plans.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Good or bad results we are dealing is all in our hand.

We walked back the way we came, and even though it was dark there were no lights burning inside the houses. They were like people without hearts; raspberry tarts without the jam.

... and all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

Consent is very sexy. There is nothing hotter than being asked, "Can I touch you here?" or "Do you want me inside you?

I work with funny and cute gossipy filmmakers, that are smart and nice like little garden gnomes (tho not Jena, she's tall, lean and more like Glenda the Good Witch, tho in a more judgey way), and who NOTICE THINGS LIKE LOVE! So they can gossip about it when not working on their movie!

You know it’s going to be Mary the Maid, or someone like her, and there’s going to be two men and she will end up with the nice one, and there has to be misunderstandings, and they never do anything more than kiss and it’s absolutely guaranteed that, for example, an exciting civil war or an invasion by trolls or even a scene with any cooking in it is not going to happen. The best you can expect is a thunderstorm.

It was sometime in the winter of 1974 when Glenda,† a sixteen-year-old who lived on West Feemster, was pulling her curtains shut and happened to glance down, noticing a marbly, moon-shaped object in the bushes. Curious, she raised her bedroom window for a closer inspection. The moon-faced object returned her stare, a screwdriver clenched in its left hand.

Patronising fobbing bastard,

We are not in the situations that we never choose.

If you want something go get it.

If you know how to love, you will get it in return.

Failures is simply a way to your success.

I used to believe that anything was better than nothing. Now I know that sometimes nothing is better.

Wars come and wars go,' he said. 'Things change, but the carousel is always here. It reminds people of the good times.

I never had anything before this all started. I've lived in No-Man's-Land for thirty years.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

Not telling everything you know is not the same as telling a lie.

[...] la literatura y los aviones, qué espléndidas drogas

Still bemused, Marjorie said, ‘Yes, Jimmy Choos – not exactly librarian footwear, but it scares the daylights out of the city councillors when it comes to the budget.’ Glenda

Someone told me I'd find a princess of great worth here. One with the strength to be the hero this realm needs." He stared at me with those unsettling blue eyes. They were cold, like ice water - made me shiver from head to toe. Then his gaze seemed to search even deeper. Finally, he looked through me, like I was nothing. In brisk steps, he strode across the marble to the courtyard. But before crossing the threshold, he turned back to glare at me with his lip curled ever so slightly. "It seems she was mistaken."... I felt my own lip curl in response. How rude! Who the Grimm was this peasant to judge me? I was wearing a Glenda original. Original! Not some fairy-godmother knockoff worn by those servant girls turned royal. I was a crown princess, for the love of fairy, and no one dismissed me.

When Glenda Jackson reveals that she has never been in a relationship with a man in which he hasn't raised his fists to her, I don't know whether this tells us more about the contemporary male or about Glenda Jackson.

... we sat back and let the moon shine itself all over her, and we saw that Tia was full of light. Billy said that when we die the darkness leaves us. 'We're pure and perfect then,' he said, 'the way we are when we're born.

Can I tell you something very interesting about ships?" It wasn't exactly what Glenda had expected, but somehow it was one hundred percent Nutt. "Please tell me the interesting thing about ships," she said. "The interesting thing about ships is that the captains of ships have to be very careful when two ships are close together at sea, particularly in calm conditions. They tend to collide. "To put it simply, each ship shields the other ship from lateral waves on one side, so by small increments outside forces bring them closer without their realising it." "Oh! It's a metaphor?" said Glenda, relieved. "You think we're being pushed together . . . if we don't do anything we'll just get closer and closer?" "Yes," said Nutt.

last orders on a Saturday night. Mam, Dad and Glenda, who just works weekends, will be going full pelt: a roaring wall of drinkers flapping fivers and tenners through the fog of smoke and the racket of chatter, shouts, laughs, curses, flirting …

For the first time in her life, she was aware of herself as a being of water. For the first time she felt herself, her connections, her place in the world, her desires.

If opportunity doesn't knock your door,then build a new one.

It is the facts that some people will never fit in our life, no matter how much you want them.

Doing what you LOVE is completely giving you SUCCESS.

I don't know what is the key to SUCCESS that's why i keep trying to find it.

Believe in your got feel.

If we marvel at God’s law, our core essence delights in keeping it.

Women are not here for your pleasure alone. You treat us with respect or don't bother. If all you want is to cum, use your hand.

Magic is not about the odds. Magic defies the odds. That’s why it’s magic.

Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

Mother said to me that the angels must have been watching over me when I found you, and that's the way I feel.

Books are many things; lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a home.

Live the life to the fullest, loves unconditionally, work extremely, experience the maximum, take it to the high level and never regret the moments.

I called the Keep, introduced myself to the disembodied female voice on the phone, and asked for the Beast Lord. In less than fifteen seconds Curran came on the line. “I’m going into hiding with Jim.” The silence on the other side of the phone had a distinctly sinister undertone. Perhaps he thought that his kissing superpowers had derailed me. Fat chance. I would keep him from having to kill Derek. That was a burden he didn’t need. “I thought about this morning,” I said, doing my best to sound calm and reasonable. “I’ve instructed the super to change the locks. If I ever catch you in my apartment again, I will file a formal complaint. I’ve taken your food, under duress, but I did take it. You rescued me once or twice, and you’ve seen me near naked. I realize that you’re judging this situation by shapeshifter standards, and you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread.” “Not necessarily.” His voice matched mine in calmness. “You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while.” I didn’t grind my teeth—he would’ve heard it. I had to be calm and reasonable. “My point is this: no.” “No?” “There will be no falling, no sex, no you and me.” “I wanted to kiss you when you were in your house. In Savannah.” Why the hell was my heart pounding? “And?” “You looked afraid. That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.” Be calm and reasonable. “You flatter yourself. You’re not that scary.” “After I kissed you this morning, you were afraid again. Right after you looked like you were about to melt.” Melt? “You’re scared there might be something there, between you and me.” Wow. I struggled to swallow that little tidbit. “Every time I think you’ve reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe—ever expanding.” “You thought about dragging me into your bed this morning.” “I thought about stabbing you and running away screaming. You broke into my house without permission and slobbered all over me. You’re a damn lunatic! And don’t give me that line about smelling my desire; I know it’s bullshit.” “I didn’t need to smell you. I could tell by the dreamy look in your eyes and the way your tongue licked the inside of my mouth.” “Enjoy the memory,” I ground out. “That’s the last time it will ever happen.” “Go play your games with Jim. I’ll find you both when I need you.” Arrogant asshole. “I tell you what, if you find us before those three days run out, I’ll cook you a damn dinner and serve it to you naked.” “Is that a promise?” “Yes. Go fuck yourself.” I slammed the phone down. Well, then. That was perfectly reasonable. On the other side of the counter an older, heavyset man stared at me like I had sprouted horns. Glenda handed me the money I’d given her. “That was some conversation. It was worth ten bucks.

Whenever you stand firmly in the midst of a hardship, holding and expressing the love that you are, you will witness illusions falling away. Through being the love that you are, you are empowered to transcend your sufferings.

My heart weighs heavier than a necklace made from the moons of Jupiter. Into the seas between us I have wept diamonds of grief and gathered pearls of hope. But while the stars shine I will sleep in hope of waking to you smiles.

It’s good to let yourself feel the pleasurable feelings that your body gives you. That’s what it’s there for. Feel the love in your own heart glowing. It’s always there for you, no matter what else is happening. Tune into that sensation, honey.

We learned a lot about cults in seminary,” he said, “but to be honest, I haven’t given it much thought since it doesn’t seem to be a problem in Park Place. I need to take a refresher course when we get back home. We ministers need to be aware of signs and symbols of that sort of thing. We like to hide our heads in the sand and pretend it doesn’t exist, but it does.” The

She loved the smell of old truck; thick cotton and vinyl seat covers, old gasoline and oil, the smell of country, decades of farmers, workers and families taking trips back and forth to town, up backroads to swimming holes, over fields, through all the weather. She imagined what this truck would have seen if it had eyes and a memory. She was about to become one more episode in its existence.

BARRY: Phwoar! This stuff shouldn’t be available on the internet where anybody can see it. GLENDA: Barry, what are you looking at? BARRY: Philosophy. You should see some of the ideas floating around here. GLENDA: As long as it’s only philosophy. BARRY: Only?! They come out with stuff that makes your hair stand on end. Look out there. What do you see? GLENDA: I can see it’s time to paint the fence. BARRY: What fence? GLENDA: Our fence. I don’t expect you to paint next door’s. BARRY: There is no fence out there. We just think there is. GLENDA: And I think it still needs painting. BARRY: It’s all in here. It’s only the way we see things that makes them look as if they’re out there. Actually everything is in our heads. GLENDA: Barry, if you can go out there with a pot of paint and paint it, then it’s out there. BARRY: I hate it when you do that. GLENDA: What? BARRY: Make more sense than philosophy. “The Second Stag Night of Doggy Wilkinson”, Last of the Summer Wine”, season 28 episode 1.

Да си шофьор на камион винаги ми е изглеждало чудесно, защото си го представям като една от най-простите форми на свобода - пътуваш си насам-натам в един камион, който същевременно е и дом, с дюшек за пренощуване на някой горист път, лампа за четене и консерви с храна и бира, транзистор, за да си слушаш джаз при пълна тишина, и освен това чувството за сигурност, че никой нищо не знае за тебе, че никой не се интересува по кой път си тръгнал, а има толкова възможности, и градчета, и приключения по пътя, дори нападения и злополуки, от които винаги се измъкваш по най-добрия начин, както подобава на Уолтър Мити.

When I heard about the path, I had to come down and see it for myself. I had heard about it before but didn’t really think it existed.” Zach was quick with his questions. “What do you think it is, and who made it?” he asked. Jeff looked at the boy, then back at Rock. “It’s my theory that Native Americans made the path using a giant shell for a mold. It’s the shape of a Noble Pen Shell, which is odd, because this shell is only found in the Mediterranean Sea. It could have been brought here from across the sea by early traders though - something to trade to the Indians in exchange for rich minerals such as gold or silver. They would have been fascinated by a shell this large and odd shaped. “The mold would have been filled with a crushed base layer, probably ground oyster shell, sand, rock and maybe even non-porous clay - then mixed with a binding agent, I have no idea what until I analyze it.

Song for Glenda Nak, bolehkah aku duduk di sini menemanimu, di antara meja dan kursi yang dingin dan senyap ini? Aku tak hendak memulai percakapan tentang hujan, melainkan akan aku ceritakan padamu sebuah mimpi; Adalah seekor tukik yang terpuruk di dalam pasir di sebuah pantai yang tersembunyi. Dia tengah merindukan sebuah rumah nan indah, serupa bayangan laut yang dulu pernah ia tinggali bersama ayah dan ibunya. Tetapi ia lupa di mana. Rumah itu berasa jauh dan tak tergapai dari dalam ingatannya. Jadi, pergilah ia masuk ke dalam sebuah mimpi. Saat ia menggigil kedinginan karena demam dan ayahnya datang mengunjunginya, membawa selembar selimut dari lumut dan terbang bersama angin puting beliung yang berhembus entah dari mana. Ia tahu, ia merindukan semua peristiwa yang mengekalkan ingatannya pada arti kebahagiaan. Ia tidak ingin lagi merasa sedih atau sendirian. Tapi ia tak menemukan apapun di masa lalunya, selain sebuah ceruk berupa lobang menganga yang tidak menawarkan apa apa selain kegelapan. Ia tidak bisa melihat wajahnya sendiri. Bukan seulas senyum atau bahkan mata yang bening menerawang yang tergambar dalam mimpinya. Cuma bayangan muram dari hati yang pedih, rasa sakit dan mungkin juga amarah. Entah mengapa, ia tak ingin lagi menoleh ke belakang, tapi ia tak sanggup melakukannya. Tiap kali ia memalingkan muka, yang ia lihat adalah sebuah bandul jam yang bergerak dari kanan ke kiri dan penunjuk waktu yang berjalan mundur selangkah demi selangkah. Ia jadi ingin menyakiti dirinya sendiri, dengan hunjaman pecahan batu karang dan jarum jarum tajam serupa duri duri bulu babi. Ia kehilangan semua kosa kata cinta yang pernah diajarkan oleh ibunya dulu. Semua kalimat doa yang seakan terpaksa ia panjatkan hanya untuk memahami apa arti keberadaan dirinya sendiri. Mengapa semua makhluk harus hidup, hanya untuk menyelami makna penderitaan? Ia hanya seekor tukik yang tak tahu bagaimana mesti menyikapi alam liar di luar sana. Tak tahu menafsir rasa khawatir di balik ancaman teriakan burung camar, atau barangkali juga resah gersik pasir yang tak mengisyaratkan apa apa selain sunyi. O dunia yang centang perenang ini, mengapa kini jadi begitu menakutkan dan tidak bersahabat. Namun demikianlah, mimpi itu mesti berakhir. Saat ditemuinya senyap mencumbu tepian laut dan ombak yang bergelora tak henti hentinya bernyanyi. Tiba tiba saja, ia tak lagi merasa sendirian. Tiba tiba saja, ia merasa belaian tangan Tuhan menyentuh tempurung rentan di punggungnya. Dan kemudian ia melihat, matahari angslup perlahan, saat Tuhan membelah lautan hanya dengan sebuah senyum.

Poverty consciousness results from wearing … blinders to the abundance of life.” — GLENDA GREEN, AMERICAN PAINTER AND AUTHOR

My family has little but our honour, and we keep what we have.

When we can no longer change a situation, its the time to changed our self.

It is our Complacency will make us lost.

If I run, i will make sure that you'll not find me until you know where i will return.

As you look for solutions, seek for wholeness. The bridge to wholeness is an increasingly broader perspective and an increasingly greater inclusion of life. The world of structure would have you believe that reality is that which is permanent and illusion is that which is changeable. It would have you believe that when a thing is changeable, it is just illusion. If it is permanent, then it is real. Anything is real that is composed of love, spirit, and adamantine particles. These three aspects of reality can be shaped and reshaped in infinite ways or perceived from infinite directions without diminishing their reality. Life is a veritable river of fluid possibilities.

The Source of Love is the Almighty Creator, who is to all of existence like the sun is to life on earth. Yet, the light of this Love is so brilliant, only its halo can be perceived. The Source of Pure Love is the ultimate source of all love. From that Love you are emanated, or created. Like a ray of light, you are an entity of Love. Love is the name of God, and Love is your name as well. In that, you are created in the likeness of God. You are known and shall always be known by the nature of your love.

If he treats you a choice like A, B, C, and D, help him understand that YOU are not belong in the choices.

Зад тези сини очи има нещо друго, зад думите, воплите и мълчанието пулсира друго царство, диша друга Алана. Никога не съм ѝ го казвал, обичам я прекалено много, за да накърнявам гладката повърхност на щастието, по която са се плъзгали вече толкова дни, толкова години. Аз по своему отказвам да разбера, да открия; наблюдавам я, но без да я дебна; следя я, но без да я подозирам; обичам една прекрасна осакатена статуя, един недовършен текст, едно късче небе, отразено в прозореца на живота.

Sabbath rest includes not only an appropriate view of the Lord's Day but also a daily turning from sin and submission to the Spirit.

The librarian, Ms. Glenda, has been there for ions. She has an uncanny memory for name and faces.

Pickles and hay,

What you've already known stops you to wonder and it gives you peace.

Oh no! We must keep it in a cage so we can enjoy the song!” “Birds sing more sweetly without bars,