Homesteaders Quotes

#1. From the moment that the first plow blade bit into the crust, the homesteaders began to destroy the foundations of their new life, and in a very few years the crust was gone
used up, scattered, blown away by the dry summer winds.

Jonathan Raban

#2. And yes, the Homesteaders, including my grandparents who left behind almost nothing, and arrived in Montana with nothing but the clothes on their back, high hopes, faith in God and dreaming of the future.

Brian Schweitzer

#3. Convert your weakness into uniqueness and you'd know how it feels...

Nikhil

#4. He turns to me and blinks. "You need to go to Kingston and I need the feathers of a snowy owl." He says it so plainly, so flat, like we're speaking about pizza toppings.

Anonymous

#5. It's much harder to be a liberal than a conservative. Why? Because it is easier to give someone the finger than a helping hand.

Mike Royko

#6. I make one request:
love me.
Not convenient love
or conditional love.
Rather the kind of love
where eyes meet
& souls greet.
Where the depth
is unfathomable.

Lindsay Lock

#7. It's amazing how flexible the human mind is in terms of jumping into a backstory or an aside. Vonnegut is a great example - it's not a linear story by any means, but somehow your brain is keeping it moving in one direction even though the story is taking you in all these different directions.

Noah Hawley

#8. But in the areas that matter most, a burst of energy and activity cannot reverse the consequences that accompany a season of neglect.

Andy Stanley

#9. She would be free of mundane care, she was a pure will towards right. She had sold herself, but she had a new freedom. She had got rid of her body. She had sold a lower thing, her body, for a higher thing, her freedom from material things.

D.H. Lawrence

#10. We till shadowed days are done,
We must weep and sing
Duty's conscious wrong,
The Devil in the clock

W. H. Auden

#11. If the life of a man or woman on earth is to bear the fragrance of heaven the winds of God must blow on that life, winds not always balmy from the south, but fierce winds from the north that chill the very marrow.

Elisabeth Elliot