Fermanian Business Quotes & Sayings

I'm just having a bad day, that's all." "It seems like every day's a bad day with you." Shut up! Shut up! "It's leaf-bare," Sunfall began. Duh! — Erin Hunter

When you hear the voice of Rosa Ponselle, you hear a fountain of melody blessed by the Lord. — Mary Garden

I try not to think that death might really just be losing one's mind forever. So scattered that it never comes back. — J.R. Rain

Where is she? Living or dead, where is she? If, as he folds the handkerchief and carefully puts it up, it were able with an enchanted power to bring before him the place where she found it and the night-landscape near the cottage where it covered the little child, would he descry her there? On the waste where the brick-kilns are burning with a pale blue flare, where the straw-roofs of the wretched huts in which the bricks are made are being scattered by the wind, where the clay and water are hard frozen and the mill in which the gaunt blind horse goes round all day looks like an instrument of human torture - traversing this deserted, blighted spot there is a lonely figure with the sad world to itself, pelted by the snow and driven by the wind, and cast out, it would seem, from all companionship. It is the figure of a woman, too; but it is miserably dressed, and no such clothes ever came through the hall and out at the great door of the Dedlock mansion. — Charles Dickens

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden. — Sarah Dessen

I've seen enough things to know that if you just keep on going, if you turn the corner, the sun will be shining. — Al Sharpton

Free is a man who has no desires. — Nizami Ganjavi

Sometimes things which at the moment may be perceived as obstacles-and actually be obstacles, difficulties, or drawbacks-can in the long run result in some good end which would not have occurred if it had not been for the obstacle. — Steve Allen

Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured! ... What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds? — Villiers De L'Isle-Adam