A Year Ago Today I Lost My Dad Quotes & Sayings

Perfection cannot be reached, because nothings perfect. But things can change, and so can people — John O'Callaghan

My fav band is Rush. — Jean-Luc Bilodeau

If you can give the wisdom of life to a child; teach to love all regardless of what they believe in, that life is a precious gift to all, judgments of hell and heaven are manmade concept and that every one's purpose in life is to serve Humanity at large... — Husam Wafaei

I'm gonna take a nap, Heaven," he said, wanting away from her to clear his head. He didn't like feeling uncomfortable in his house.
"Haven," she corrected him as he started to walk away.
"I know," he said. "I kinda like Heaven though."
She turned to him, and their eyes met for the first time since he'd walked into the room. "Me, too. — J.M. Darhower

Susan essentially said no. And she said that with her husband sitting right there in the audience. She said she and her husband believed they were a cherished prize for each other, and they would probably drive any other people mad. But then she said something I thought was wise. She said she had married a guy, and he was just a guy. He wasn't going to make all her problems go away, because he was just a guy. And that freed her to really love him as a guy, not as an ultimate problem solver. And because her husband believed she was just a girl, he was free to really love her too. Neither needed the other to make everything okay. They were simply content to have good company through life's conflicts. I thought that was beautiful. There — Donald Miller

Had enough?" he asked, smiling at Helen's brazen admiration of his looks.
"Not yet," she said, a matching smile breaking across her face.
"Good. — Josephine Angelini

I think that when you're writing fiction what you're doing is reflecting life as you see it, and putting down how you think and how other people think, and the sort of confusions that you don't normally like to admit to. — Helen Fielding

Human nature is always interesting ... And it's curious to see how certain types always tend to act in exactly the same way. - Miss Marple, The Herb of Death, Pg. 167 — Agatha Christie