3709 Piedra Quotes & Sayings

If you play Mark Twain and he's not funny, you are definitely not playing Mark Twain. That was the biggest challenge, in some ways. Writing and performing jokes that can come out of that brilliant delivery system he constructed: the friendly, avuncular truth-teller. — Val Kilmer

Thanks to the discoveries of astronomers in the twentieth century, we now know that the heat death is a myth. The heat death can never happen, and there is no paradox. — Freeman Dyson

Joe Paterno was a well-educated man, and he was also a man from a different time. — Joe Posnanski

The existence of a single atheist does not disprove the existence of God. — William F. DeVault

There was something so unreal about her, sitting there. I couldn't even see her face; couldn't discern the outline of her figure. Even then she fascinated me. That she could seem so calm, so still. She would sit in one place for hours at a time, unmoving, and I always wondered where she was in her mind, what she might be thinking, how she could possibly exist in that solitary world. More than anything else, I wanted to hear her speak.
I was desperate to hear her voice. — Tahereh Mafi

My Only Boss is Money — Ziad K. Abdelnour

I definitely believe in God. How can you look at anything and not be overwhelmed by the miraculousness of it? — Chris Martin

No one is going to buy a big phone. — Steve Jobs

I can feel it in the rotten air tonight/ In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face/ In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light/ In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place/ Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell/ Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell/ I will walk down to the end with you/ If you will come all the way down with me — John Darnielle

The desires of the flesh leads to sin. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The believer alone will be able to hear the call. It comes from beyond ourselves, beyond our society, beyond the climate of opinion and prejudice and rebellion and skepticism in which we live, and beyond our time and taste. It draws toward the center of all things, that still place of which T.S. Eliot wrote :
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word. — Elisabeth Elliot

Must not all things at last be swallowed up in Death? — Plato

Our children are flowers but only for us. Nevertheless, smell of these flowers goes to everyone. — Boris Zubry