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“When we see a mountain too hard to climb, God helps us climb it but in His own time.”
― Carolyn Cutler Hughes, Through God's Eye

“When we see a rock wall blocking our way, God sees a barrier to guard us someday.”
― Carolyn Cutler Hughes, Through God's Eye

“When we see a door closed very tight, God sees a window right in our sight.”
― Carolyn Cutler Hughes, Through God's Eye

“When we think our countless ideas are great, God knows His ideas are best when we wait.”
― Carolyn Cutler Hughes, Through God's Eye

“God knows everything we need to know, so let God be God and let it all go.”
― Carolyn Cutler Hughes, Through God's Eye

“When we see our world is about to unwind,God sees an image of His perfect design.”
― Carolyn Cutler Hughes, Through God's Eye

“The last encounter was one Ian enjoyed, because Elizabeth was with him after they’d had their second-and last permissible-dance. Viscount Mondevale had approached them with Valerie hanging on his arm, and the rest of their group fanned around them. The sight of the young woman who’d caused them both so much pain evoked almost as much ire in Ian as the sight of Mondevale watching Elizabeth like a lovelorn swain.
“Mondevale,” Ian had said curtly, feeling the tension in Elizabeth’s fingers when she looked at Valerie, “I applaud your taste. I’m certain Miss Jamison will make you a fine wife, if you ever get up the spine to ask her. If you do, however, take my advice, and hire her a tutor, because she can’t write and she can’t spell.” Transferring his blistering gaze to the gaping young woman, Ian clipped, “’Greenhouse’ has a ‘u’ in it. Shall I spell ‘malice’ for you as well?”
“Ian,” Elizabeth chided gently as they walked away. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” She looked up at him and smiled, and Ian grinned back at her. Suddenly he felt completely in harmony with the world.
The feeling was so lasting that he managed to endure the remaining three weeks-with all the requisite social and courtship rituals and betrothal formalities-with equanimity while he mentally marked off each day before he could make her his and join his starving body with hers.
With a polite smile on his face Ian appeared at teas and mentally composed letters to his secretary; he sat through the opera and slowly undressed her in his mind; he endured eleven Venetian breakfasts where he mentally designed an entirely new kind of mast for his fleet of ships; he escorted her to eighteen balls and politely refrained from acting our his recurring fantasy of dismembering the fops who clustered around her, eyeing her lush curves and mouthing platitudes to her.
It was the longest three weeks of his life.
It was the shortest three weeks of hers.”
― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven

“But as Mark Twain once observed, the difference between the right word and the almost right word is as the difference between lightning and the lightning bug. So do strive for that right word!”
― Dwight V. Swain, Techniques of the Selling Writer

“Visa alone in its recent financial year processed US$11 trillion in card volumes across 3.3 billion cards, driven by over 180 billion transactions. However, according to Visa an estimated two billion people worldwide still lack access to formal financial services, with last year US$17 trillion still transacted in cash and checks globally in the consumer-to-business channel.”
― Mark Swain, Banking 2020: Transform yourself in the new era of financial services

“Recently China’s economy reached US$23.12 trillion in gross domestic product (the total value of goods produced and services provided in one country in a year). As the Chinese economy continues to rebalance from investment and manufacturing to consumption and services, bankers and officials around the world will be monitoring China for a soft or hard landing from 30 years of explosive growth.”
― Mark Swain, Banking 2020: Transform yourself in the new era of financial services

“key challenge in the 2020s will be to change the mindset in many banks from one of a finance company to one of a technology company.”
― Mark Swain, Banking 2020: Transform yourself in the new era of financial services

“Every night I dream a lot. Every day I live a little.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“Just now he was on a mind-blowing adventure and it was rapidly spiralling out of control, and this is what he needed to concentrate his mind on. How could he squeeze Daley to get the book back; that’s if Daley had it in his possession in the first place? The next few days were going to be crucial.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“It was amazing how a crisis could concentrate some minds while others went to pieces. Things had gone disastrously wrong in the last few days for Adam. His only worry before finding the book had been how to keep his girlfriend Linda without marrying her in the process. A contest he had lost.”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“Charlie said your friend’s disappeared,” chirped Wendy.
“No, he hasn’t.” Adam denied it. “He’s in the house. Now, look, what’s all this you’ve been telling them?”
“Nothing, I haven’t told them anything.” Charlie looked drunk.
“He said you’ve turned your friend into a crayfish,” insisted Wendy.
“He’s always making little jokes like that, and you fell for it. How am I supposed to do that, for heaven’s sake?” Adam was angry.
“With your little book you found. What’s that under your arm?”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“Some people say
Rhyming is but a sin.
Little sins are fun
So try, before you bin.”
― Max Nowaz, Timbi's Dream

“Some days are better than others, for human optimism has no limits.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“…You’re throwing us away because you’re afraid to let yourself fall in love. You’re searching for something that isn’t real. You’re not Eric Stone. He’s your protagonist. Eric Stone is make-believe and life isn’t an adventure novel.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“On any other day, being fired would rank pretty high on Karlee’s stress-o-meter. But today wasn’t any other day. Inhaled into Shade’s memory, Karlee watch her friend dropped from a cliff. She still hadn’t processed it. Shade likely died from her injuries. That meant Shad had been murdered.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“Talk about delusional. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. His mother’s doctor reported she’d recently been plagued by wild imaginings, too. Make believe ran in his family. He was nuttier than a jar of peanut butter.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“Marriage isn’t a prison,” Karlee said. “It’s not supposed to hold two people captive.”
“It’s not a prison, it’s a fortress. Marry me. Because you love me. Because of the baby. Because you want to protect our love.”
“And all this time I thought you were afraid of commitment.”
“I am,” Cole said. “I’m terrified you won’t make one.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“Whatever you did to make that sweet little cheerleader out on your deck ignore you so completely. Do me a favor and give her my number when you call it quits. She could use a little of the Jim-meister’s lovin’.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“I brought a few old photos of Villageport. I didn’t know you were blind. I hoped you could put some names to the pictures.”
“Eyes aren’t the only way to see, young lady.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“He’d wormed his way into Justin’s life like a grub—preying on his weaknesses and his sexual orientation.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“Alone,” Aiden said behind her.
She turned, puzzled. “I beg your pardon?”
He paused. His eyes settled on her lips. “You asked how I slept at night.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Double Cross

“It seemed her biological father was a saint.
Except for the one mistake, the man who didn’t make mistakes, made.
Her.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossover

“His need had been so strong it frightened him because they almost sensed each other’s pain. They were kindred spirits.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History