Biesenbach Genealogy Quotes & Sayings

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life. — Mary Oliver

Genius will live and thrive without training, but it does not the less reward the watering pot and the pruning knife. — Margaret Fuller

I do not think that there is a reputable scientist on this planet who would advocate using this technology to generate a human child as was just announced. — Robert Lanza

This Republic was called into being, organized, and is upheld, by a great political doctrine. — Caleb Cushing

We all have scars. Some are visible and others aren't, but they are there all the same. Your scar makes you no less worthy. — Tracie Peterson

I like to hear a man dwell much on the same essentials of Christianity. For we have but one God, and one Christ, and one faith to preach; and I will not preach another Gospel to please men with variety, as if our Saviour and our Gospel had grown stale. — Richard Baxter

Forget the ones that forget you. — Wiz Khalifa

Coaching third with a pitcher on base is like being a member of a bomb disposal squad. The thing could blow up in your face at any moment. — Rocky Bridges

I'm tired of being responsible for other people's misery. I can't even put up with my own. — Katja Millay

I did make some not-so-great relationship decisions when I was a lot younger. I do know that not all high school boys are great and wonderful and Prince Charming, and there are a few that are going to treat you that way. — Jodi Lyn O'Keefe

The blacks have their parties, hustle a little liquor, get some things together, and I used to play for those peoples. They'd come get me on time, but they wouldn't bring me back on time ... Done picked cotton all day, play all night long, then pick cotton all day the next day before I could get a chance to sleep. — Muddy Waters

Life is a loom, weaving illusion. — Vachel Lindsay

Just believe in what you're doing, and keep doing it. — Ricky Nelson

A red-tailed hawk rose high on an air current, calling out shrill, sequential rasps of raptor joy. She scanned the sky for another one. Usually when they spoke like that, they were mating. Once she'd seen a pair of them coupling on the wing, grappling and clutching each other and tumbling curve-winged through the air in hundred-foot death dives that made her gasp, though always they uncoupled and sailed outward and up again just before they were bashed to death in senseless passion. — Barbara Kingsolver