Arnoldson Insurance Quotes & Sayings

You got de keys to de kingdom. — Zora Neale Hurston

When you fell into my life, I was shattered beyond repair. But as the shining angel of redemption, you didn't seem to care. While the tempest swirled around me, you led me to solid ground. You're the purest, deepest love a man like me has ever found. There is a fire that burns within me that only you can ignite. You're the light that fills my soul in the darkest, bleakest night. You're the balm that cures the wound; the lifeline in the storm. You are the song of my heart, the music of my soul. — Katie Ashley

Laughing has always been considered by theologians as a crime. — Robert Green Ingersoll

Isn't that the ultimate homeland security, standing up and defending marriage? — Rick Santorum

Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash. — Patricia Briggs

As American families and businesses have been forced to tighten their belts, Washington has refused to do the same. — Sean Duffy

As the flower is before the fruit, so is faith before good works. — Richard Whately

Deep down we all suspect that something is very wrong with the way we perceive life but we try very, very hard not to notice it. And the way we remain blind to our frightful condition is through an obsessive and pathological denial of being
as if some dreadful fate would overcome us if we were to face the pure light of truth and lay bare our fearful clinging to illusion. — Adyashanti

I put the words down and push them a bit. — Evelyn Waugh

We must learn how to lend ourselves to dreaming when dreams lend themselves to us. — Albert Camus

Steady of heart and stout of hand. — Walter Scott

In this book, much is metaphorical, not as it seems. It's written for writing's sake, as if I were to say, "Let me tell you I'm dying." Well of course I am. So are you. — Chila Woychik

And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade? — Diana Gabaldon

Querida, it's alright," he said. "No one has hurt me in years."
"Hey, you're supposed to be my brother," I said, trying to joke. "Brother's don't hold their sisters' hands or call them querida."
Seb smiled, his hazel eyes starting to dance. "Yes, they do," he said. "This happens all the time."
"Well I guess things are different in Mexico then," I said. "Because in America, no way. And I'm an American."
"But you're in Mexico now," he pointed out.
"Right. And you're saying here, boys holds hands with their sisters and call them sweetheart."
"Oh yes. We're very friendly, we Mexicans. — L.A. Weatherly

All of this had always existed, and he had not seen it; — Hermann Hesse