Excel 2010 Vba Formula Quotes & Sayings

It had been a week since he'd ambushed her. She'd hoped the lack of contact would get him out of her mind. Instead, she felt like a junkie whose drug of choice was being withheld. — Laura Oliva

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you. — Robert Frost

Jennifer's father, Randy Ertman, summarized our feelings toward Medellin in his statement to the court when the last three defendants were sentenced to death: "I hope you rot in hell. I honest to God mean that. I hope they rot in hell, sir. I hope to be there when you die, you sick pieces of (censored). Thank you, Your Honor, for allowing me to speak. I appreciate it, sir."15 That doesn't move the story along; I just admired his eloquence. — Ann Coulter

He was no longer my professor, no longer someone I loathed. He was hands I needed on my body, lips I wanted kissing mine. — Chanel Cleeton

Manuka honey is magic. — Shawn Mendes

I didn't start drama school until I was 20, and I don't think I would have gotten nearly as much out of it had I gone when I was 18. — Ben Schnetzer

Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, "Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?" neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility ... — Marcus Aurelius

Imagination has always had powers of resurrection that no science can match. — Ingrid Bengis

Out of the silver heat mirage he ran. The sky burned, and under him the paving was a black mirror reflecting sun-fire. Sweat sprayed his skin with each foot strike so that he ran in a hot mist of his own creation. With each slap on the softened asphalt, his soles absorbed heat that rose through his arches and ankles and the stems of his shins. It was a carnival of pain, but he loved each stride because running distilled him to his essence and the heat hastened this distillation. — James Tabor

When we dream, we feel we are experiencing reality. What separates our waking feelings from our dream feelings?"
"When I consider this carefully, I find not a single property which with certainty separates the waking state from the dream," writes Descartes. And he goes on: "How can you be certain that your whole life is not a dream? — Jostein Gaarder

Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one
the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts, ... Your affectionate uncle, Screwtape. — C.S. Lewis

My only saving grace is that I actually collect things that nobody else is interested in. — Phil Collins