Braniff Concorde Quotes & Sayings

Do you think I lie to you?
No.
But you think I might lie to you about dying.
Yes.
Okay. I might. But we're not dying.
Okay. — Cormac McCarthy

There is no shortcut to grieving. — Susan Sarandon

You will always receive what you are equal to and what your perceptions, judgments and positions insist. — Bryant McGill

If somebody crafts an interesting tweet that'll lead me to their blog, I'm going to their blog. — Anthony Bourdain

Somewhere along the way, their passion had become bottled anger. The anger had fermented into bitter hatred. Then the hatred had fed upon itself, gnawing away at them over years, even decades, until only a shell of cold iron and colder hate remained. — Jim Butcher

You can't get rid of your heart
Just as you can't get rid of your head
So, you might as well get used to listening to it — Jose N. Harris

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me. — Jeanette Winterson

Without some goals and some efforts to reach it, no man can live. — John Dewey

As it's your 40th birthday
This, we'd like to say
May you be bathed in goodness, happiness and sunshineness
On this, your special day. — John Walter Bratton

The warring love and hatred
love for his people and hatred for the oppressors of his people
that left him exhausted and sick in spirit. — Carson McCullers

I do keep pre-occupied. — Heath Ledger

Can't nobody touch me right now. Maybe next month all of this will be over. But this month I'm takin' every movin' target out. — Tupac Shakur

Sweet serenity is found in fervent prayer. Then, we forget ourselves and remember the reaching hands of the Savior, who said, "Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." As our burdens are shared with Him, they do become lighter. — Russell M. Nelson

I am a Jane Austenite, and therefore slightly imbecile about Jane Austen. My fatuous expression, and airs of personal immunity-how ill they sit on the face, say,of a Stevensonian! But Jane Austen is so different. She is my favourite author! I read and reread, the mouth open and the mind closed. Shut up in measureless content, I greet her by the name of most kind hostess, while criticism slumbers. — E. M. Forster