Basaraba Carpets Quotes & Sayings

If you'll quit moaning and crying, I'll use the things to make you into someone I can use in the lives of others to show them that no matter where they've been, no matter how deep the hole, no matter how painful the trial, there's hope. There is victory. — Kay Arthur

A simple yet profound way to create a healthy body, a stress-free mind, and a peaceful sense of well-being. — Aaron Hoopes

It's all about proximity. — Taylor Rasted

Like my father, I looked up rather more than I looked out. — Kay Redfield Jamison

Virtue is nothing without the trial of temptation, for there is no conflict without an enemy, no victory without strife. — Pope Leo I

I think up to this point, it's been difficult to suggest a world where Batman and Superman and Wonder Woman and others could exist in the same universe. That was one of the things I really wanted to try and get at. Not to mention, the amazing opportunity to bring those characters and have those characters tell an important story, their own story, within the confines of a film. — Zack Snyder

If we thought more for ourselves we would have very many more bad books and very many more good ones. — Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

In Japan people drive on the left. In China people drive on the right. In Vietnam it doesn't matter. — P. J. O'Rourke

The Cherokees had 1,200 miles to go before they reached eastern Oklahoma, the end of the trek they would forever be remembered as the Trail of Tears. As their homeland disappeared behind them, the cold autumn rains continued to fall, bringing disease and death. Four thousand shallow graves marked the trail. Marauding parties of white men appeared, seized Cherokee horses in payment for imaginary debts, and rode off. The Indians pressed on, the sullen troopers riding beside them. They — Robert M. Utley

The world is a clock winding down.
I hear it in the wind's icy fingers scratching against the window. I smell it in the mildewed carpeting and the rotting wallpaper of the old hotel. And I feel it in Teacup's chest as she sleeps. The hammering of her heart, the rhythm of her breath, warm in the freezing air, the clock winding down. — Rick Yancey