On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me. Robert Breault More Quotes by Robert Breault More Quotes From Robert Breault Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer. Robert Breault toolsartistlooks To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette. Robert Breault charityhelpingneeds To find someone who will love you through success and failure is to discover how little life has to do with either. Robert Breault love-yousuccesslittles Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze. Robert Breault philosophicalanswerswind A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided. Robert Breault single-mommotherlove-is A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review. Robert Breault familymommother When life takes the wind out of your sails, it is to test you at the oars. Robert Breault moving-oninspirationallife A lover's quarrel is always about every quarrel you ever had. Robert Breault quarrelsloversrelationship To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid. Robert Breault grandpagrandchildrengrandmother First God created time; then God created man that man might, in the course of time, perfect himself; then God decided that He'd better create eternity. Robert Breault perfectmightmen Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes. Robert Breault eyerealityart We gain no easier advantage than by relentlessly pursuing our goal while others pursue an advantage. Robert Breault effortgainsgoal The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy. Robert Breault privacybodypeople Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed. Robert Breault auntfoodbaby I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day. Robert Breault gazinggardenpurpose I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers. Robert Breault flowerwant I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all. Robert Breault procrastinationspringfall Today's Multiple Choice Thought Robert Breault gardenlovehands Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious. Robert Breault obviousfinishingpainting The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours. Robert Breault fridaytimegiving
