Fickinger Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

I am not primarily an advocate of capitalism, but of egoism; I am not primarily an advocate of egoism, but of reason. If one recognizes the supremacy of reason and applies it consistently, all the rest follows. — Ayn Rand

Memory, bosom-spring of joy. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

They learned to have a very high opinion of God and a very low opinion of His works - although they could tell you that this world had been made by God Himself. What they didn't see was that it is beautiful, and that some of the greatest beauties are the briefest. — Wendell Berry

My first language is French. I just love words so much, and in French it feels like I can say whatever I want however I want. — Xavier Dolan

If you are sure of tomorrow, there is no fool greater than you! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

It's not often that the idea of continuing something for a potentially long period of time sounds exciting to me, because I really am a gypsy by nature. — Carla Gugino

His hand reached for his throat, fumbling for the small leather pouch he always wore about his neck. Inside he kept the bones of the four fingers his king had shortened for him, on the day he made Davos a knight. My luck. His shortened fingers patted at his chest, groping, finding nothing. The pouch was gone, and the fingerbones with them. Stannis could never understand why he'd kept the bones. "To remind me of my king's justice," he whispered through cracked lips. But now they were gone. — George R R Martin

And yet I shall try again: "they are murdering me!"
all right, all together once more: "they are murdering me!" and again: "murdering" ... I want to write this in such a way that you will cover your ears, your membranaceous, simian ears that you hide under strands of beautiful feminine hair
but I know them, I see them, I pinch them, the cold little things, I worry them with my fingers to somehow warm them, bring them to life, render them human, force them to hear me. — Vladimir Nabokov

Injustice arises either from precipitation, or indolence, or from a mixture of both. - The rapid and slow are seldom just; the unjust wait either not at all, or wait too long. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

I will now make an apology, although I will do my best not to repeat it. (Good readers do not read fiction, after all, to put up with the author's regrets.) I will say that having read the best and worst of novels for many years, which is, to remind you, part of a good devil's education, I know by now that not even a loyal reader can stay true to an author who is ready to leave his narrative for an apparently unrelated expedition. — Norman Mailer

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves. — Honore De Balzac

When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be. — Julia Glass

To play is to yield oneself to a kind of magic. — Hugo Rahner