Genepool Nursing Quotes & Sayings

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. — Markus Zusak

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist. — William Blake

I take everything I learned from the streets and put it in my NBA game. — Allen Iverson

I grew up in neighbouring Hawaii, where Tahiti is regarded as a brother. — Marie Helvin

George Bush has shown great skill at disguising an incredibly weak foreign policy. — Brad Sherman

In living through this great epoch, it is difficult to reconcile oneself to the fact that one belongs to that mad, degenerate species that boasts of its free will. How I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of good will. In such a place even I should be an ardent patriot! — Albert Einstein

Freedom is not simply the circumstances that allow you to do whatever you want. Freedom is not only the opportunity to choose. Freedom is the strength of character to choose and to do what is right. With that in mind, our age is not an age of freedom, but an age of slavery. It is subtle, but it is real. The foundation of freedom is not power or choice. Freedom is upheld not by men and women in government, but by people who govern themselves. — Matthew Kelly

Politics is like sausages, you don't want to watch either being made. — Otto Von Bismarck

All Scripture is equally inspired, but not all Scripture is equally applicable or relevant to every stage of life. — Andy Stanley

I believe that I am unclean and will harm those I care about the most and that there is too much noise in my head and that I am so goddamned tired. — Teresa Toten

If I die tomorrow, I'll be alright because I believe that after we're gone, spirit carries on ... — Dream Theater

And I went from sleeper to sleeper, examining their faces as I had so many years ago in the tunnel, always looking for His Cognizance and always hoping - although I knew how absurd it was - that I would find Silk, that Silk had left Hyacinth and would be going with us after all, that Silk had rejoined us when I was inattentive, talking to Scleroderma and Shrike, and lagging behind the slowest walkers to talk to His Cognizance, whom I sought without finding on that nightmare night under the cloud-capped trees that outreach all our towers, so that at last I called out softly "Silk? Silk?" as I walked among the sleepers until Oreb grasped my hand with fingers that were in fact feathers, repeating, "Here Silk. Good Silk," and I took my own advice and found the numbing fruit, cut one in two with the gold-chased black blade of the sword that I had imagined for myself and pressed a half against the sting on my arm, weeping. * — Gene Wolfe