Cityisland Quotes & Sayings

that of the Parliamentary Royalists, — Samuel Rawson Gardiner

No sacrifice is worth the name unless it is a joy. Sacrifice and a long face go ill together. Sacrifice is 'making sacred'. He must be a poor specimen of humanity who is in need of sympathy for his sacrifice. — Mahatma Gandhi

I go through my day remembering things like telephone cords. — Bruce Eric Kaplan

God can take the imploding mess of our lives and turn it around. — Ronie Kendig

My efforts to join the fight against breast cancer all began around the fact that women were getting short-changed in the medical arena. — Evelyn Lauder

A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all. — Bob Dylan

Oh my gods, when do you not sport wood? There are bathrooms in the back, so go burp the worm or whatever.
Regin — Kresley Cole

Julian sincerely abhorred the system of oriental despotism which Diocletian, Constantine, and the patient habits of four score years, had established in the empire. A motive of superstition prevented the execution of the design which Julian had frequently meditated, of relieving his head from the weight of a costly diadem; but he absolutely refused the title of Dominus or Lord, a word which was grown so familiar to the ears of the Romans, that they no longer remembered its servile and humiliating origin. — Edward Gibbon

I kept on writing and illustrating, for this is what I did well because I loved it. — Jean Craighead George

Well, I guess it's all in God's hands anyway. He has a way of making things turn out," Mattie asserted.
"Yes, He does. Doesn't He? Thank you for reminding me of that, Mattie." She gave her friend a hug. "Sometimes it's hard not to second guess the choices I've made."
"I know what you mean. When life brings changes, I think we tend to do that more." Mattie wiped away a tear. "I miss the old life sometimes, but I know this is God's will for me. And God's will is always best, whether we realize it at the time or not. — J.E.B. Spredemann

There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places. — Bob Dylan