Sarah Will
Sarah Will
Sarah Will is a paralympic skier who spent 11 years on the U.S. Disabled Ski Team. During this time, she earned a record 13 medalswhile competing in four Winter Paralympic Games between 1992 and 2002. Will serves as a ski instructor and is otherwise active in the Vail community. She was named to the United States Olympic Hall of Fame in July 2009 and is a nominee for the U.S. Ski and Snowboard Hall of Fame...
compassion want next
I've got 's much feelin' as the next one, but when folks drives in their spiggits and wants to draw a bucketful o' compassion every day right straight along, there does come times when it seems as if the bar'l was getting low.
good-luck long waiting
Your patience may have long to wait,Whether in little things or great,But all good luck, you soon will learn,Must come to those who nobly earn.Who hunts the hay-field overWill find the four-leaved clover.
sorrow bears hardest
A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.
men giving talent
God would not give us the same talent if what were right for men were wrong for women.
past roots history
It does seem so pleasant to talk with an old acquaintance who knows what you know. I see so many new folks nowadays who seem to have neither past nor future. Conversation has got to have some root in the past, or else you have got to explain every remark you make, and it wears a person out.
regret secret recluse
In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.
reality thinking people
I've found that people who look at things as they are, and not as they wish them to be, are the ones who succeed.
black-and-white thinking interesting
A story should be managed so that it should suggest interesting things to the reader instead of the author's doing all the thinking for him, and setting it before him in black and white.
men littles comfort
The old poets little knew what comfort they could be to a man.
cat long looks
When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.
sight blossoming sun
The warm sun kissed the earthTo consecrate thy birth,And from his close embraceThy radiant faceSprang into sight,A blossoming delight.
writing world quiet
You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.
true-friend growth may
The growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.
wrinkles childhood age
My childhood is very vivid to me, and I don't feel very different now from the way I felt then. It would appear I am the very same person, only with wrinkles.