Sutter Quotes

Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name. “Does your mother call you Pigeon?” “No.” “Then to me you are Paul.” ... “Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. “My mother never calls me Nathan.” “Is it Nate?” “She calls me Honeylips.

Nathan Sutter," the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan." Is it Nate?" She calls me Honeylips.

What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain?" Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. "Nate Sutter.

In some ways I liked the struggle better, I think. It clarified what was important.

They've made the mistake of thinking that power over others and leadership are the same thing.

It's who I am. It may be my undoing. But at least when I come undone, I'll be left with me.

Religion doesn't just cloud our minds. It asks us to deliberately deceive ourselves-- to replace reason with its opposite, faith. And when men operate on faith, they can no longer be reasoned with, which makes them more dangerous than any sane man, good or evil.

A man without reason is no better than a mad dog, and mad dogs must be put down for the good of everyone.

For all the things we say to our children for their own good, very little good ever comes of it.

Study yourself; it should be the first subject you learn and the one you revise each and every day

Luc scored forty and slapped the darts in her palm. “The light sucks in here.” “No.” She smiles and took great pleasure in announcing, “You suck.” His gaze narrowed. Weeks of anger and hurt poured out of her and she said, louder than she’d intended, “And worse – you’re a whiner.” A collective intake of breath caught their attention and she and Luc turned and looked at the guys watching a few feet away. “Lucky’s gonna kill Sharky,” Sutter predicted from the sidelines. By taut agreement they both went to their respective corners. Jane shot and scored sixty-five. Luc scored thirty-four. “Now remind me. Why do they call you Lucky?” she asked as she reached for the darts. He pulled them back out of her reach as a slow, purely licentious smile curved his mouth. A smile that told her he was remembering her on her knees kissing his tattoo. “I’m sure if you think long and hard, you’ll remember the answer to that.” “No.” She shook her head. “Some things just aren’t that memorable.

When you don't know yourself, who you are and what you want, you just become a product of your environment - a leaf that gets blown each and every way until it just lands, in a big pile of mud, and gets stuck.

If you can’t be happy and content by yourself then you shouldn’t be in a relationship.

It’s sad to see how many relationships start as just a distraction from boredom, a cover up so they don’t have to ever deal with the true pain below

We all need a technological detox; we need to throw away our phones and computers instead of using them as our pseudo-defence system for anything that comes our way. We need to be bored and not have anything to use to shield the boredom away from us. We need to be lonely and see what it is we really feel when we are. If we continue to distract ourselves so we never have to face the realities in front of us, when the time comes and you are faced with something bigger than what your phone, food, or friends can fix, you will be in big trouble.

Venus to Tig: "I'm afraid, Alexander, that I may have fallen in love with you." Tig doesn't know what to say, so Venus says it for him: "I'm a man. I am a man who knows she's a woman. And that's exactly where I'm supposed to be. It's the criss-cross that I've come to love. I don't want the surgery. I don't want to undo what God has given me. I know how beautiful I am.

Sutter Laughed. "You were just being honest. Maybe needed is the wrong word. Wanted. I want to be wanted. I want to be someone's air. I want to feel like my presence makes their life better, just by simply existing.

Role models or not, in the end every man has to decide for himself just what kind of man he will be.

How women defeat one another; how need defeats women.

Love and war, it seemed, worked by the same rules. One had to hurry, before the fires flared out.

We consume so we never have to answer the hard questions. When we are bored we eat. When we are lonely we watch a movie, read the newspaper, jump on social media. Each time we do we cover up our real emotions and keep throwing another layer of confusion and anxiety on top, making it almost impossible to dig ourselves out of the hole, or at least see which way is up.

Once California belonged to Mexico and its land to Mexicans; and a horde of tattered feverish Americans poured in. And such was their hunger for land that they took the land, stole Sutter's land, Guerrero' s land, took the grants and broke them up and growled and quarreled over them, those frantic hungry men; and they guarded with guns the land they had stolen. They put up houses and barns, they turned the earth and planted crops. And these things were possession, and possession was ownership. The Mexicans were weak and fed. They could not resist, because they wanted nothing in the world as frantically as the Americans wanted land.

The pain that would always fill your life if you loved fully and deeply. That pain was proportional to love and joy and all the other wonderful things you might be lucky enough to fill your existence with.

Why is it that voices break hearts?

The worlds high on doing and distracting and as result we need to keep doing and it doesn’t really matter what we are doing, as long as it is distracting.

...you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

I love you. You snuck in and stole my goddamned heart, but I hope you never give it back. Please give me a chance to love you.

Liam’s thumb swept across my cheek. “I think I’d do just about anything for you.

The scariest thing about crazy people is that they can look so normal - Rob Sutter

It was the first time they had ever talked face to face and Breece divined in a moment of dizzy revelation something about Sutter that no one had noticed before. Why, he is mad, Breece thought. He’s not what people say about him at all. He’s not just mean as a snake or eccentric or independent. He’s as mad as a hatter, and I don’t know how they’ve let him go so long.

Charlotte never lied to others, so she made the classic mistake of the habitually honest—she assumed that other people did not lie to her, at least not to her face. In her world, people were innocent of deliberate deceit until proven otherwise, which was, of course, way too late. Even

We might end up regretting this. It might be the wrong choice, whatever that means. But if we stop taking risks, we stop living. I don’t want that for you. And I sure as hell don’t want that for myself.

Bruce Sutter and his new pitch, the split finger fastball, fascinate the manager of the Cuban national teams. 'We must find out about this new weapon,' he said. 'Are the American hitters plotting to murder him?

What is it you really want? Are you really going to be happy when you get the object? What will it bring you? Is what you’re telling yourself really true? You have the choice, you can keep on getting hit by the wave or you can get the courage to run towards it and dive right through it - everything starts with you.

If everyone could spend some time self analysing, spend some quiet time with nothing to do and nowhere to go, then without a doubt the world would be an infinitely better place to live and play. It would probably be the cause of the end of bullying, teen suicide, anxiety, depression, stress, and fear and the start of a more genuine and authentic world. I have found that my tranquillity and peacefulness grew significantly stronger as I began to live comfortably with my desires and cravings.

We do not know how to just do nothing; this is a bigger problem than we care to think about. In the west we are taught to seek our answers in external things and, as a result, we never need to take the time to look within. We have a poor connection with ourselves because our whole lives we have been looking outward; we are a society bent on distraction, and the modern world is only amplifying this.

How can we expect to be happy when we have no peace of mind, when our mind is constantly jumping from the present to the past? When your mind is constantly running and filled with anxiety and fear, where is the freedom? You are stuck in the prison of your mind, stuck in thoughts and feelings from yesterday, from five years ago. There comes a time when everyone has to stop, look deep, breathe and let go.

When did you start liking me?” “Um.” It was a reasonable question. “I’m not sure.” “Whew.” Chance mimed fanning himself. “The romance, it’s running me up.” He shook his head. “You’re killing my ego here, Holcomb.” “And I’m sure we’ll all miss it every much,” I shot back.

We become more devoted to pleasing other people than establishing a relationship with ourselves. We believe we are what we have and what we do and we believe we are what other people think we are. Ego is in many ways the primary cause of most of our misconception and woe.

The parking lot is hidden by thickets of scrub and at a field's distance from the mission compound. Yes, you can imagine the solitude of the landscape; you can imagine the hardness of the life. Perhaps I was expecting too much. La Purísima reminds me of nothing so much as those churches the Soviet government used to ridicule by making of them shrines to history. La Purísima is Williamsburg and Sutter's Fort and worse. The state's [California's] insistence that here are matters only of fact is depressing, the triumph of history over memory.

Would you believe Shades of Green?” Jack laughed openly. “Who thinks of this crap?” “Apparently, the head honcho himself, McKinley. Speaking of his name, something just popped into my mind. Oh my God, this is too crazy to believe! McKinley was on the five-hundred-dollar bill. Franklin is

I think success might be one of the most overused words in the western world, and maybe if we changed success for happiness we would be better off, because when you get this ‘success’ will it make you happier? Are we chasing money, fame, power, ego, success, or are we chasing happiness, freedom and the feeling of being content?

I had a few glasses of wine at lunch. just the little bottle Sutter Home 4-pack from the party store. Kept it light. It's European, helps you relax, and lets you digest your food properly. Plus. I paired it with a new Artisan Bread sandwich from Quiznos. It's inspired by Europe. So good. Ate it in my car. Europeans love to dine outside.

When gold was first discovered at Sutter’s Mill, back in 1848, San Francisco, still in its infancy, was barely settled. New arrivals lived in canvas tents—poor shelter from the rainy weather. The city’s first buildings were made from ships run aground in the harbor. In 1849, the population was estimated at two thousand men and almost no women.

When Tyler fled and Sutter pursued him, this was the closest thing to a wilderness there was, and there was really no thought of going anywhere else, and as these fugitives, mentor and protégé, fled from a world that still adhered to form and order they were fleeing not only geographically but chronologically, for they were fleeing into the past.

She was one of your ones. God would never be so cruel as to only give us one shot at happiness.

Choose who you are, he whispered into her ear. Choose who you'll be.

We weren’t the perfect people, but we just might be perfect for each other.

The body was a structure, yes, with struts and piping, but something else, some miraculous, invisible fabric made it work.

There came a time when she was no longer a petite woman that courtesy demanded they hear out; instead, she became the woman who might actually save them.

She had always been there. For almost as long as I could remember, she’d always been a part of me.

She didn’t owe me anything, we weren’t together, we were simply bed buddies. For the first time in my life, I hated that. I wanted more. I wanted the right to call her mine.

You’re not alone, Jensen. Families can take any shape, and sometimes, the unique ones are the most beautiful.

Because the depth with which you loved someone determined the amount of pain you felt when they were gone.

Write Your Life group was a popular program at the Rainy Creek Gardens Retirement Village

Sometimes, it takes life breaking apart for it to get you where you’re truly meant to be.

Concentration is like a leash for our mind, keeping it under control and obedient and not giving it too much room to move as it wishes.

Sometimes, he felt himself not so much at his wit’s end, but witless.

Envy and fear make people unkind.

Her face was done up to the nines, including her lips with that red stuff I hated because I always came away from kissing her looking like the Joker.

Be there when the breakdown happens so you can help turn it into a breakthrough.

But there's something about darkness that demands truth.

Oh hells yes! This is my jam!" "It's your playlist. They're all your jams.

When we have simplicity we have so much more freedom in every single aspect of our lives. Maybe it's a classic case of less is more? Less stress, less worries, more time, more happiness.

The vic who looked to be the older of the two had bleach stains on his pants.” I smiled at the men in our group, because they were about to get the raspberries. “Now, granted, he was a man.

What advice Phelan could possibly have given him. All these myriad differences between the world he was discovering and the world he’d been taught. There was nothing in Yeats or Eliot or Browning to cover this: had the situation been reversed, Phelan would probably have been coming to him for advice. He wondered how Eliot would have fared against the look in Sutter’s dead eyes.

She needed someone who would never leave her. I could be that. I would be her friend, her constant shadow, her shoulder to cry on for as long as she wanted me. I would be more if she let me.

We live in a world where it is completely the norm to worry about what we put in our bodies but worry very little about what we throw in our minds. We think a hamburger is bad but a celebrity gossip magazine is completely harmless. As children you never hear “don’t put that garbage in your mind,” but for our body counterpart it is common thread. There is something very wrong with this scenario.

You know I love you, right?” She froze. “I know.” The words sounded so unbelievably tortured. “To the depths of my soul. I’ll give you time, but don’t think I’m letting you walk out of my life so easily.

What happened between us has impacted a lot of people around us whom we care for and who care for us, so I think we should try to be civil to each other and make life easier and less awkward for everyone.

Do you know everything there is to know about the alarm system, sis?” “Uh-huh. I read it three times, and if somebody tries to disable it, or the electricity, a signal will go directly to the police station.

What do you want to do?” Even in the dark, Chance looked a little wild-eyed, panting. “What do you want to do?” “I don’t – I’ve never done this before. With a guy.” In point of fact, we were rapidly passing beyond the edge of what I’d done with anybody. “What, um…” Chance darted in and kissed me, awkward for the first time, then pulled back. “What sounds good?” Laughter erupted out of me. “You sound like a waiter.

I knew deep down that things were changing. That hope that I could burn out this fire between us, so all that was left was easy affection and friendship was a distant memory. I wanted more. I wanted everything.

Its little wonder anxiety, depression and other mental illness is at such a high point at this time in the world; people have little control over the mental capacities, of their thoughts, perceptions, feelings and emotions. People never get a moments silence from the constant bombardment and when they do they don’t know how to manage their thoughts so the endless barrage of noise simply continues giving them no time or space for clarity.

Luckily, I lived only six minutes south of the station. From my house, Stubby’s was a short ten-minute drive north via Montgomery then a quick right on West Congress. I hadn’t spoken with Liza for a few days, but I’d sent a text

It’s easy to put the links between the increases in mental illness, depression, ADHD, and the like, with the speed of the modern world. People never get the chance to do nothing, or when they do, they lack the control to prevent their mind from racing off in a thousand different directions. So much so that their doing nothing becomes a thousand different things and the thousand different things becomes stress, anxiety, worry and fear. Left untreated these simple everyday things become well entrenched in our psyches and start to dominate our lives. We have a chronic addiction with doing and we love to use our busyness as a stamp of our hard work and hectic lives and we get stuck in this busy trap of always doing.

Tucker Harris, I’ve loved you since before I knew what the word even meant … I’ve love you as a brother, as a friend, as my first crush, as my lifeline, as the person who sets my soul free … I’m never more free to be who I am than when I’m with you.

She was no different from the photographers, or Chance’s parents, or the random fans passing in the street. Just another person publicly laying claim to Chance, in ways I wasn’t allowed to. He belonged to the whole world more than he belonged to me.

Life changes. It shapes itself into the most indefinite things; can become its opposite in a matter of seconds. Sometimes people scorn the quick, sharp tongue of life, but I don’t think that’s fair. Why would you act against something that’s just doing its job?

Like I said, he’s my cousin. His name is Charlie Dupree.” Joe wiped his brow. Anxiety was taking over his thoughts and every inch of his body. He was living his worst nightmare—being on the wrong side of McKinley Moore. “He wants in, huh? Does he have any skills?

You might if you had a gun, he told Bookbinder. With his left hand the old man moved the shawl. It slid off his lap soundlessly onto the porch. He was holding trained on Sutter an enormous old dragoon revolver, and its hammer was thumbed back. It so surprised Sutter that he released his grip on the goat. When it jerked away and fled, Sutter looked down at the knife he was holding. It ain’t loaded, he said. I done a lot of foolish things in my life, Bookbinder said, but I ain’t never threatened to kill a man with a empty pistol.

I cannot help to see how life is a play of opposites. For all you get, you miss out on something, to go means not to come, to buy means to sell, to choose one, means to not choose another. You should enjoy your decision for the adventure that it is. It is all an adventure.

Run if you can because, in spite of how it looks on television, it’s hard to hit a moving target. If you can’t run, fight and fight dirty. Go for the eyes. Think of every object around you as a weapon. Strike fast and hard when you get the chance because you’ll only get one chance.

None of the guns we found at Charlie’s house fit those parameters. He had a couple twenty-twos under the couch cushion, a rifle, and two sawed-off shotguns. We have no idea if Joe owned any firearms since the house had been cleaned out.” Jack looked around the table. “Any comments?

How many relationships would be better if they were born out of something genuine rather than merely a petty desire? Divorce would drop because people would know why they started doing something in the first place. Teen pregnancy would almost be eradicated because for the first time we wouldn’t need to simply succumb to our desires and cravings pushed onto us from the media and society in general. Prostitutes would be searching for redundancy packages and brothel owners for new careers, and the whole shallow and superficial nature of sex would be under the spotlight.

Take it from me, dude – don’t get wrapped up in the labels yet. Sexuality is…” She looked around for a metaphor, then lifted what was left of her cinnamon roll. “Like this cinnamon roll. You see it, you think, ‘Damn, that looks good,’ so you eat it. If you like it, you do it again. Everything else – whether you’re pi or pan or sapiosexual or whatever the hell – that’s about labels, and politics, and creating shorthands for other people. That can be useful, and important for society, but you don’t have to pick a flag right out the gate. Just let yourself like who you like.

This inability to just do nothing is a direct result of our habit of externalisation. As children we are never taught in schools, or in social settings, to look within ourselves for answers. Whether it is that our answers are found in some sort of religion, or another person, or in something else, we start to make this common practice. We are indecisive in life looking to friends, family, counsellors, teachers, and even strangers for advice. We are never taught or, better yet, shown how to look after our number one relationship in life, which is the relationship with one’s self.

When you are feeling the most grateful for your significant other, you are more committed to making your relationship last. When you are more committed to making your relationship last, you are more responsive to the needs of the one you love and become a better and more caring listener. When you are a better and more caring listener, your partner feels more appreciated by you. When your partner feels more appreciated by you, they feel more grateful for you—and the cycle begins again. As Gordon said, “By promoting a cycle of generosity, gratitude can actually help relationships thrive.

She lives up the street two houses. Charlie was pretty sweet on her after Denise cut him off, if you know what I mean. She’s another loser, but hey, when the lights are off, every woman looks the same.” He roared with laughter and slapped his knee. I was ready to slap his face and gave him the eyeballs.

We grow up in a world where satisfying our cravings seems to be the number one objective, every advertisement on television and the newspaper calls for one craving or another to be dealt with. When it comes to sex we are bombarded every which way, so much so, that we think solving our cravings is the only way and the right way.

At Rainy Creek Gardens she had finally begun to realize that, no matter your age, when you looked back it always seemed that your life had passed in the blink of an eye. The past could not be changed and the future was unknowable. The residents of Rainy Creek Gardens were teaching her that the real trick to a good life was to learn to live in the present.

Amber, knock it off. Like I said, we’ll go there alone. I guarantee you, that neighborhood is no joke. I’d like you ladies to go back to Lila’s house and ask her about Joe and where he lives, if she does know him. You need to follow up with Denise too. She might have an idea of who he is. Splitting up is the only way to accomplish what we need to do today.

We live in Cedarburg.” He rattled off their address as I jotted it down. “We just had lunch at Omicron, which we do twice a month. Anyway, we were headed home. As you may notice, our truck is a bit higher than cars. I guess that gave us a better vantage point if you’d consider coming up on two dead men an advantage. Anyway, I’m sure that’s the only reason Elise saw them.

and kick up my feet.” “I feel ya, partner.” I clicked my seat belt and stared out the window. It had been a long week, and I looked forward to going home too. The engines revved, the jet thrusted forward, and we took to the sky. “I still have time to call Amber, don’t I?” “Yeah, another few minutes.” I dialed my sister and told her we were heading back. I promised I’d be home for dinner.

Then we’ll start with all of the tips that came in before midnight and see if we can narrow it down. So between the two of you, you had twenty-two first-tier leads. We’ll try to track down the woman, then move on to those, see what shakes out, then decide if a second run on the news is necessary. Hopefully it won’t be.” He turned to Jamison and Horbeck and waved them toward the door. “Thanks, guys. Now go on home and get some rest.

remember one day, in the spring of 1848, that two men, Americans, came into the office and inquired for the governor. I asked their business, and one answered that they had just come down from Captain Sutter on special business, and they wanted to see Governor Mason in person. I took them in to the colonel, and left them together. After some time the colonel came to his door and called to me. I went in, and my attention was directed to a series of papers unfolded on his table, in which lay about half an ounce of placer gold. Mason said to me, “What is that?” I touched it and examined one or two of the larger pieces, and asked, “Is it gold?” Mason asked me if I had ever seen native gold. I answered that, in 1844, I was in Upper Georgia, and there saw some native gold, but it was much finer than this, and that it was in phials, or in transparent quills; but I said that, if this were gold, it could be easily tested, first, by its malleability, and next by acids. I took a piece in my teeth, and the metallic lustre was perfect.

Um… no reason in particular except that it’s cow country and less populated.” Both men grinned. “To be honest, Mr. Moore, thirty miles north is like being in a different country. All that’s around the area are fields where farmers on tractors are plowing something with shit-smelling fertilizer. We found a flat, straight road where we could see for miles in each direction. There wasn’t any traffic, so we pulled over, yanked out the bodies, and dumped them in a deep ditch. We unrolled them from the shrink wrap and left them there.

When I told him that I just wanted you to be happy, he gave me his opinion of happiness. He claimed it was a superficial, fleeting sensation that most people don't even recognize when it happens to them. They only pay attention when they find themselves unhappy." ... "He went on to say that what really mattered was the ability to experience joy. He seems to feel that is the more powerful emotion because it endures, regardless of circumstances. Once you've known joy, you are never quite the same. It changes a person." - Octavia in Promise Not to Tell by Jayne Ann Krentz

When I told him that I just wanted you to be happy, he gave me his opinion of happiness. He claimed it was a superficial, fleeting sensation that most people don’t even recognize when it happens to them. They only pay attention when they find themselves unhappy. And then they tend to feel resentful and angry.” “He has a point, I suppose.” “He went on to say that what really mattered was the ability to experience joy. He seems to feel that is the more powerful emotion because it endures, regardless of circumstances. Once you’ve known joy, you are never quite the same. It changes a person.

Then what had been at the bottom of his mind all along surfaced, like a rotten log in a swamp brought up by its own putrescent gases. A headline from last summer’s newspaper: LOCAL MAN INDICTED FOR MURDER. A measure of peace returned to him. A feeling of self-confidence, of being in good hands. Granville Sutter, he thought.