Discount Life Insurance Quotes & Sayings

The idea of having dreams that don't come true is really terrifying. — Domhnall Gleeson

If a guy is over 25 percent jerk, he's in trouble. And Henry was 95 percent. — Lee Iacocca

The power of God, the Holy Ghost, is the Spirit of Dominion. It makes one a god. — John G. Lake

How long had the Doc been crazy? I don't know. Quite some time, I guess. Don't worry. He was only a general practitioner. — Helen Oyeyemi

I look at this game from a different perspective. — Pitbull

We shared. Parents. Home. Pets. Celebrations. Catastrophes. Secrets. And the threads of our experience became so interwoven that we are linked. I can never be utterly lonely, knowing you share the planet. — Pam Brown

No man is good enough to govern another man without that other's consent. — Abraham Lincoln

False hope has more potential of hurting you than not having any hope at all. — Nina Levine

Let me guess," Brynn said from across the room. "Another brother, right?"
Keegan glanced at Brynn, who was staring at Ronin with an expression of disbelief. He switched back to English. "This is our younger brother, Ronin."
"Of course he is." Brynn let out an incredulous chuckle. "Did they specifically breed you guys in a lab or something?"
He exchanged a confused look with Ronin. What did that mean?
Bryn must have caught the look, because she explained, "Since you're all so hot, I mean. — Rosalie Lario

It does not matter whether one is at the giving or receiving end of love just as long as one is part of the process in some way. It is only when we become disconnected from the process altogether that we should begin to worry. — Phyllis Grissim-Theroux

Wake the happy words. — Theodore Roethke

I'm the father of two boys and two girls, so I'm more an emotional wreck than a mushball. — Mark Wahlberg

You ever get a postcard, you get so excited you don't even read it! "Hey I got a - who cares." — Jim Gaffigan

Believing himself to be unseen by other bathers, he gave himself up to being alone with his body. He wriggled his toes, breathed hard through his nose, twisted his brown moustache where some drops of water still clung, and looked himself critically all over. The scrutiny seemed to satisfy him, as well as it might. I, whose only acquaintance was with bodies and minds developing, was suddenly confronted by maturity in its most undeniable form; and I wondered, what must it feel like to be him, master of those limbs which have passed beyond the need of gym and playing field, and exist for their own beauty and strength? What can they do, I thought, to be conscious of themselves? — L.P. Hartley