Ang Pagtulong Quotes & Sayings

Grief, I believe, is cumulative-each experience of loss shaping the size and scope of the next, each loss holding reverberations of the losses a person has experienced over a lifetime. The pain of grief is real, but it's also an echo and an aftershock, the spirits of past emotions rising up to grip your hand again. Examine one loss and you're likely to find another inside of it, and then another inside of that one, all that grief repeating like a set of Russian nesting dolls. — Meg Donohue

History books are a record of events which bring us to the world in which we live today. — Ian Davies

Just place one foot in front of the other and remember that tomorrow is a new day. — Melody Anne

My number one goal is to love, support and be there for my son. — Farrah Fawcett

The great preacher Dwight Moody once quipped, "Some day you will read in the papers that D. L. Moody, of East Northfield, is dead. Don't you believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now."1 — Matt Chandler

We need a Republican Party that shows up on the South side of Chicago and shouts at the top of our lungs, 'We are the party of jobs and opportunity! The GOP is the ticket to the middle class. — Rand Paul

Rory did not want her.
After devoting so much effort to avoid being wed to a man she did not want, she found herself bound to a man who did not want her. — Margaret Mallory

Now, I'm not even saying that girls shouldn't have princesses in their lives, the archetype in and of itself is not innately wrong, but there should be more options to choose from. So that was my intent, to demonstrate how ridiculous it is to paint an entire gender of heroes with one superficial brush. — David Trumble

We would march forward, hand and hand, and I would spend the rest of my days making our love greater and greater. — Richelle Mead

All those people whose faces decorate the shopping bags of Barnes and Noble, with a few exceptions, would never get published today. — Mark Crispin Miller

We accept the kind of love we think we deserve. — Ruthie Dean

The story of Zenia ought to begin when Zenia began. It must have been someplace long ago and distant in space, thinks Tony; someplace bruised, and very tangled. A European print, hand-tinted, ochre-coloured, with dusty sunlight and a lot of bushes in it- bushes with thick leaves and ancient twisted roots, behind which, out of sight in the undergrowth and hinted at only by a boot protruding, or a slack hand, something ordinary but horrifying is taking place. — Margaret Atwood

I don't take myself too seriously. — Lindsey Haun