Chavarin Last Name Quotes & Sayings

In the country, without any interference from the law, the agricultural life favors the permanence of families. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Those with traditional sense will follow what their heart tells them is right. — Fennel Hudson

He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of childhood and not yet old enough for adolescence to have made him awkward. You could see now that he might make a boxer, as far as width and heaviness of shoulders went, but there was a mildness about his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil. — William Golding

Every world forms its own people, and every person his own world. The two live within one another as best they can. — Menyhert Lakatos

Now more than ever the people are responsible for the character of their Congress. If that body be ignorant, reckless, and corrupt, it is because the people tolerate ignorance, recklessness, and corruption. — James A. Garfield

He watches you the way Nicholas watched Samantha. — J.M. Darhower

Religion is not the root of all evil, for no one thing is the root of all anything. — Richard Dawkins

What is eternal life but a prolonged death. — S. Jae-Jones

Voodou isn't like that. It isn't concerned with notions of salvation and transcendence. What it's about is getting things done. You follow me? In out system, there are many gods, spirits. Part of one big family, with all the virtues, all the vices. There's a ritual tradition of communal manifestation, understand? Voodou says, there's a God, sure, Gran Met, but He's big, too big and too far away to worry Himself if your ass is poor, or you can't get laid. Come on, man, you know how this works, it's street religion, came out of dirt poor places a million years ago. Voodou's like the street. Some duster chops out your sister, you don't go camp on the Yakuza's doorstep, do you? No way. You go to somebody, though, who can get the thing done. Right? — William Gibson

Writing is not hard work, it is simply an obsession ... — Hallie Burnett

She was a Florida snowbird archetype, about eighty, permed to perfection, and as darkly tanned as a cordovan shoe. She looked at me, looked away, then did a double take. "I know you," she said. "You're Stephen King. You write those scary stories. That's all right, some people like them, but not me. I like uplifting stories, like that Shawshank Redemption." "I wrote that too," I said. "No you didn't," she said, and went on her way. — Stephen King