Borsetti Obituary Quotes & Sayings

My favourite smell is horses. In fact, most of the time, I do smell like horses. — Edie Campbell

Tell Ragnall," I told him, "that the Saxons of Mercia are coming. Tell him that his dead will number in the thousands. Tell him that his own death is just days away. Tell him that promise comes from Uhtred of Bebbanburg. — Bernard Cornwell

I've never wanted to be a fireman, in my life. I've never really wanted to grow up and be anything other than a film director. — David Gordon Green

Samkit' (right belief) means knowing the Soul (self). — Dada Bhagwan

Your mother goes to the public library, which has been down on its luck for a long time, like most things around here. Last time she brought back a copy of The Trail of the Lonesome Pine that was worn ragged, all held together with tape. She just sank into it, though, she just melted into it. — Marilynne Robinson

The horrors of the world in general upset me. I cry when I think about how lucky I am with my lovely little family. — Sara Cox

I particularly want you to meet Miss Bucholtz."
The very idea made him uneasy. "Why is that,
Ma'am?" he bluntly asked.
Mrs. Morgan hesitated. "Keep this under your hat, mind you."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She let out a tired sigh. "I've brought Miss Bucholtz to replace Mr. Gabellini."
Howie pictured a dried up old spinster with the same commanding presence as Mrs. Morgan, a real battle-axe.
"Fireworks are coming. Are you sure a woman is the right, uh, person for the job?"
"Bertha Bucholz is one of the best cooks I know. I guarantee by this time next month, you men will all be sporting five extra pounds. — Debra Holland

I would be at home reading, because I felt so disconnected from humanity. — Joel Stein

There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos. — Scott Douglas

I really like pop music, I don't think it's a four-letter word. — Patrick Stump

Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell. Therese waited. Then as she was about to go to her, Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the slow smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before. Therese walked toward her. — Patricia Highsmith