Fenholt Park Quotes & Sayings

All knowledge is gained through an orderly loss of information. — Kenneth E. Boulding

In a sad twist of fate, the bill to reauthorize the Patriot Act was debated on the floor of the House of Representatives the same day that terrorists struck again. — Jim Sensenbrenner

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing. — Ilona Andrews

Let us trust in Him who has placed this burden upon us. What we ourselves cannot bear let us bear with the help of Christ. For He is all-powerful, and He tells us: 'My yoke is easy, and my burden light.' — Saint Boniface

Temperament can really take a toll on the voice. If you get tight in your body with the acting, then you can get tight in your voice. And then you can get tired, and you can damage yourself vocally. — Sondra Radvanovsky

Avoid arguments, but whenever a negative attitude is expressed, counter with a positive and optimistic opinion. — Norman Vincent Peale

I think Ive got a pretty good sense of humor. — PJ Harvey

If you want, you can overcome all: Pressure, expectations, gravity. — Mesut Ozil

Nobody really expects a Nobel Prize call. — Saul Perlmutter

Just because you live in the middle of nowhere, doesn't know you can't know where you live. — Kami Garcia

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well. — Mitch Albom

War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them
all they want. — William T. Sherman

Facts, at any rate, could not be kept hidden. They could be tracked down by inquiry, they could be squeezed out of you by torture. But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings, for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable. — George Orwell