Carehere Clinic Quotes & Sayings

The Bible is clear here: I am to love my neighbor as myself, in the manner needed, in a practical way, in the midst of the fallen world, at my particular point of history. This is why I am not a pacifist. Pacifism in this poor world in which we live
this lost world
means that we desert the people who need our greatest help. — Francis A. Schaeffer

In New Haven, Conn., when I was growing up, there were two sorts of Irish. There were the "drugstore cowboy" micks, who hung around the Elm Street poolroom over Longley's Lunch. And there were the earnest young Irishmen who fought their way up from the Grand Avenue saloonkeeper backgrounds of their fathers, went through Yale Law School, and have now found high place by the preferment of local politics or in the teaching profession. — James T. Farrell

I couldn't find an actor to play Freddy Krueger with the sense of ferocity I was seeking. Everyone was too quiet, too compassionate towards children. Then Robert Englund auditioned. — Wes Craven

For those who wait with full hearts and empty arms. — Tara Sue Me

Much of what has gone wrong in the pursuit of Arab-Israeli peace is due to a lack of strong leadership, primarily among the Palestinians. — Edgar Bronfman, Sr.

She looked so cute wen she was apologizing that Helen couldn't even pick up a grudge, let alone carry one. — Josephine Angelini

And did the book have any adventures for people who had brown eyes and brown hair? No, no, no ... it was the blond people with blue eyes and the redheads with the green eyes who got the stories. If you had brown hair you were probably ... a woodcutter or something. — Terry Pratchett

I still love him. And here's the worst part. I want him back. - Ree — Susane Colasanti

Jerry Rice made the decision and we honestly tried to accommodate him the best way we can. — Al Davis

Superficially, the figure in the smoking-room was that of a long, weedy young man - hairless as to his face; scalped with a fine lank fleece of neutral tint; pale-eyed, and slave to a bored and languid expression, over which he had little control, though it frequently misrepresented his mood. He was dressed scrupulously, though not obtrusively, in the mode, and was smoking a pungent cigarette with an air that seemed balanced between a genuine effort at self-abstraction and a fear of giving offence by a too pronounced show of it. In this state, flying bubbles of conversation broke upon him as he sat a little apart and alone.
("The Accursed Cordonnier") — Bernard Capes