Cernosek Towing Quotes & Sayings

Never make sport, no matter how lighthearted, of someone's vocation. — Rodney Ross

Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first. — William Shakespeare

My second record I used a producer, which was frustrating in a way, because I think a lot of the punky spirit and provocative nature of the lyrics didn't come across - the music was pretty. — Jewel

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten. — Ursula K. Le Guin

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom. — Patrick Kavanagh

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried. — Sarah Kay

I make people uncomfortable. The kind ones get angry because their kindness doesn't work. The unkind ones get angry because they think I'm attacking them. — John Marsden

It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
He laughed. "No, honey, that would be you. — B. J. Daniels

The pure love of Christ can remove the scales of resentment and wrath from our eyes, allowing us to see others the way our Heavenly Father sees us: as flawed and imperfect mortals who have potential and worth far beyond our capacity to imagine. Because God loves us so much, we too must love and forgive each other. — Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Yes, photography saved my life. Every time I go through something scary, traumatic, I survive by taking pictures. — Nan Goldin

Greater magics than mine are afoot in this chamber, where blade and cup and dram are met with love such as yours. — Meredith Ann Pierce

Initially, 2,000 copies were printed. Today this seems a modest figure, but the market was not huge: as late as the 1790s Edmund Burke estimated the reading public at below 100,000. — Henry Hitchings

Farther out beyond the reef, where the coral gives way to the true deep, at a certain time of day a tribe of flat silver fish gather in their thousands. To be there is to be surrounded by living shards of light. At a secret signal, all is chaos, a thousand mirrors shattering about him. Then the school speeds to sea and the boy is left in sedate water, a tug and pull of the body as comfortable as sitting in his father's outspread sarong being sung to sleep. — Nayomi Munaweera