Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
“Don’t apologize. It’s a sign of weakness." Captain Nathan Brittles, "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon "(1949)” — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
Recipe For Greatness - To bear up under loss; To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief; To be… — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
“You and I will never live to see the day that women recover their balance.” — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
“So that's troublin' you? I reckon it needn't. You see it was this way. I come round the house an' seen that fat party… — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
“I was a preacher, and now I am thirsting for vengeance,” answered Christy, his face clouding darkly. “Wait until you learn what frontier life… — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of… — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
“Don’t apologize. It’s a sign of weakness." Captain Nathan Brittles, "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon "(1949)” — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into… — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time. — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had… — Zane Grey Copy Share Image
