Bows Quotes

“With good reason, love's messengers, Eros and Kama, are armed with bows and long-distance arrows. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love.”
― Diane Wolkstein, The First Love Stories: From Isis and Osiris to Tristan and Iseult

“The bunny was thrilled that her ears no longer dragged on the ground. They would stay nice and clean.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Don’t be afraid,” the fox said, “I would never hurt you.” She smiled sweetly but the bunny was still a little scared.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Finally, the fox gently pulled both ear loops outward at the same time to make a pretty bow on top of the bunny’s head. The tips of her ears, hung just at her cheek bones.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“There are lots of different kinds of bows and Cleo loves them all.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Here’s a story that helps her tie the “bunny ear bow” exactly the same way every time.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Birdy sang out, “It’s true. She’s a friendly fox.” The deer chimed in, “She’s helped us all in some way.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Great Job! Now you have a bow just like Cleo.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“Follow along at home to tie a bow just like the fox. Go find a scarf or ribbon that will fit around your waist or try these moves with your shoe laces.”
― Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

“We are the archers with the bows that spring our children forward. Life does not go backward, nor does it tarry in yesterday. It is not a circle, but an arrow. It flies forward with the great express of Love.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness

“All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness

“Feeble is the character, that bows to inflated ego, arrogance, and whines of affluent, whilst raising itself mercilessly on the humble and underprivileged.”
― Aniruddha Sastikar

“I think I know more about you at age seven than you do," Henri teased.
"Do you, now?" she asked, happy he couldn't see her blushing since she sat in front of him on their steed.
"Yes," he said confidently. "I know you always preferred the colors blue and yellow to any other. You were excellent at hide-and-seek. You hated cold porridge, and my personal favorite- you named every horse in the royal stables and liked to put bows on them when allowed."
She colored some more and burst out laughing. This she did not remember! "I did not! Did I?"
Henri laughed, too. "Apparently you did, driving the royal seamstress crazy with your requests for ribbons and bows for the royal steeds.”
― Jen Calonita, Mirror, Mirror

“For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.”
― Christina Engela, Loderunner