Cassidys Quotes & Sayings

I thought I would either be an epidemiologist or a 'Price Is Right' model. — Kristen Schaal

You have never seen ugliness in a happy face. — William J. Locke

It is not so important what deeds we do when times are good, but what good we do in bad times. — Jeffrey Fry

Mankind progresses not smoothly, as by a sliding carpet ascent, but by rugged steps broken by gaps. He halts long on one stage before taking the next. Often he remains stationary, unable to form resolution to step forward - sometimes even has turned round and retrograded. — Sabine Baring-Gould

I've always been a fan of therapy. You spend an entire hour talking about yourself and someone has to fake being fascinated by the strange assemblage of minutiae that is you. — Jenny Lawson

B2B does not mean boring marketing. — Beth Comstock

Health care providers, saving lives daily in our emergency rooms, live with federal mandates. — Barbara Ann Radnofsky

Remember you belong to nature, not it to you. — Grey Owl

The genius of a folk melody or story is not the feeling that it's original but quite the opposite - the feeling that it has existed all along. — Susan Orlean

I would rather die of love than let love die. — Rob Bignell, Editor

the only man in modern history to successfully kidnap a commanding general. Paddy — Christopher McDougall

The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There were books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fell over them. "He's just standing there!" whispered Meggie, leading Mo into her room. "Has he got a hairy face? If so he could be a werewolf." "Oh, stop it!" Meggie looked at him sternly, although his jokes made her feel less scared. Already, she hardly believed anymore in the figure standing in the rain - until she knelt down again at the window. "There! Do you see him?" she whispered. Mo looked out through the raindrops running down the — Cornelia Funke