Crofts Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

Now calm down, missus," Mr. Hogan said with gentle firmness. "You know you shouldn't have read that paper. Just like yer husband said, it got ye all upset."
"My husband is on trial for murder," Elizabeth argued desperately.
"Yer husband is down at the port, seein' 'bout a ship to take ye off explorin' the world."
"No, that is my brother."
"He were yer husband this afternoon," Mr. Hogan reminded her.
"He was never my husband, he was always my brother," Elizabeth insisted. "My husband-my real husband is on trial for murdering me."
"Missus," he said gently, "you ain't dead."
"Oh, my God!" Elizabeth said in a low, explosive voice as she raked her hair off her forehead, trying to think what to do, how to convince them to have Mr. Hogan take her down the coast. — Judith McNaught

There is no power above people power. — Mohammed Morsi

Whoever has 2 hands can hold a gaderfii. — John Jackson Miller

I just want my audiences to be entertained and feel like they're part of the show. I want to show them a good time and create an experience they're going to enjoy. — Lynda Carter

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

White folks, no matter how well-meaning or open-minded, have no true idea what it's like to be black in America. That's not a slam against white people or an accusation of latent bigotry. But the fact is that we all live in an Anglo-dominated society. — John Ridley

I may not say it all the time or I may not pray as much as I need to, but I am not forgetting where I came from and how I got to be where I am today. — Terrell Owens

We just bought a new house, so my wife's been doing all the moving and other stuff, so I would like to go home and just sit and enjoy all that for a couple months before I gotta start playing again. — Tom Araya

I was not frightened as they were, for the very violence of his threats showed how weak he was. — Erik Christian Haugaard

Heavens are filled with rarefied, luminous spaghetti. — Kurt Vonnegut