Barrozo Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Something brought you here. Trust that it will satisfy its own intention to take you Home. — Mooji

Rumor is rarely more interesting than fact, but it is always more readily available. — Stephen L. Carter

Life isn't fair. Why should death be any different? — Gina Damico

The 'Total Information Awareness' project is truly diabolical - mostly because of the legal changes which have made it possible in the first place. As a consequence of the Patriot Act, government now has access to all sorts of private and commercial databases that were previously off limits. — John Perry Barlow

Goals should be realistic, attainable, and shared among all members of the team — Mike Krzyzewski

Why is it that we go to immense lengths getting the Serbs who were responsible for the massacre of 7,000 at Srbrenica - that's slightly more than the total figure for New York - and we take them to a tribunal in The Hague, and one after another, we arraign them, try them, convict them, and punish them in front of the world, but no plans have been brought forward to get bin Laden and his friends and put them on trial? — Robert Fisk

We hardly ever know the decisions we make that change our lives, mostly because they are the small ones — Rachel Hawkins

I was criticized for being too much concerned with the average Canadians. I can't help that; I am one of them! — John Diefenbaker

He held her gaze, let everything he felt for her show in his eyes. "Love you, darlin'." She rewarded him with a tremulous smile and reached up to touch his face. "Show me. — Kaylea Cross

I love art, but I'm not an academic; I just like what I like. — Lenora Crichlow

Infinite altruism is the basis of peace and happiness. If you want altruism, you must control hate and you must practice patience. The main teachers of patience are our enemies. — Dalai Lama

We are each either among the demoralized showing the way to a future of eternal nightmare, or we are losers celebrating our moment in hell. — Thomas Ligotti

Joey described to her the sleek warm neatness of her turds as they slid from her anus and fell into his open mouth, where, since they were only words, they tasted like excellent dark chocolate. — Jonathan Franzen