Ploughed Through Quotes

#1. A huge blue and white umbrella unfolded out of the vehicle, followed by two legs clad in a masculine-sized pair of gumboots. The driver nudged the door shut and ploughed through the downpour like a striped galleon, only his oilskin coat and denim-clad calves showing.

Tracey Alvarez

#2. For a mother's love is fashioned, After God's enduring love, It is endless and unfailing, Like the love of Him above.

Helen Steiner Rice

#3. Paul persuaded me to join the band. I would never have had the courage otherwise. It was fun at the beginning. We were playing just for fun, with Paul's group.

Linda McCartney

#4. Surveillance is surveillance. I can never understand why some people think it matters whether it's the government doing it to you or a company.

Ken Liu

#5. And daughters who are so hopeless at doing the done thing and sticking to the rules are automatically paralyzed with guilt whenever they come within fifty yards of a mother like Margaret.

Susan Howatch

#6. It had started with a fight that led to a breakup with her boyfriend, and now the whole damned solar system had apparently decided it was time to pay a visit to the Big Apple.

Evan Currie

#7. The course of events is so rapidly hastening forward that the emergency may soon arise when you may be called upon to decide the momentous question whether you possess the power by force of arms to compel a State to remain in the Union

James Buchanan

#8. A true artist is someone who gives birth to a new reality.

Plato

#9. I know I said that I always choose the anticlimactic over the irrevocable, and yes of course what I meant was that I have always been a coward, but I lied: not always, there was that night, there was that one time.

Tana French

#10. She got under my skin the moment I met her, and she's still there, in my blood, in my heart.

Erin Watt

#11. Love shouldn't come with conditions.

Dannika Dark

#12. This is *our* Universe, our museum of wonder and beauty, our cathedral.

John Archibald Wheeler

#13. As he made his way, he ploughed his bare feet through the mud as a child, head bowed as a child, interested as a child neither in where he was going nor in what might happen next but only in the furrow his foot opened that vanished a moment later.

Richard Flanagan

#14. Fucking pyromanic, Crazier'n a male crab, that one.

Abigail Roux