Buckson General Contracting Quotes & Sayings

An art is a poetry but only a few can read it. — Debasish Mridha

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand. — Antonio Machado

Don't be content with doing only your duty. Do more than your duty. It's the horse that finishes a neck ahead that wins the race. — Andrew Carnegie

A holiday is when you celebrate something that's all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there's nothing left to celebrate but the dead. — Abraham Polonsky

Desolate
Life is so dreary and desolate
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,
Yet with itself every soul standeth single,
Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan
Holding and having its brief exultation
Making its lonesome and low lamentation
Fighting its terrible conflicts alone. — Alice Cary

Ephemerality is the little magazine's generic fate; by promptly dying it gives proof that it remained loyal to its first program. — Frederick Crews

When you truly face your pain you will only see yourself. Your fear was always you. — Bryant McGill

When I first got out of drama school, my original manager tried to get me to change my name because people were having trouble spelling it and saying it. — Joe Manganiello

Why do you avoid looking at me?" she asked. "Because I'm a Dweller? Are we ugly to Outsiders?"
"Which question do you want me to answer first?"
"It doesn't matter. You won't answer anyway. You don't answer questions."
"You don't stop asking them."
"See what I mean? You avoid answering and you avoid looking. You're an avoider. — Veronica Rossi

My mother was the best and most beautiful woman who ever lived. She was clean, and good, and always helped "the poor and needy who cluster round your door," like it says in the poetry piece, and there never could have been a reason why God would want a woman to suffer herself, when she went flying on horseback even dark nights through rain or snow, to doctor other people's pain, and when she gave away things like she did - why, I've seen her take a big piece of meat from the barrel, and a sack of meal, and heaps of apples and potatoes to carry to Mandy Thomas - when she gave away food by the wagonload at a time, God couldn't have wanted her to be hungry, and yet she was that very minute almost crying for food; — Gene Stratton-Porter

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — Anais Nin

Trust, like money, needed a guarantee to back it. — Seth Dickinson

Hey!" I screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef! — Rick Riordan