Glantaf Goats Quotes & Sayings

I have the most romantic husband. I do. — Heidi Klum

There are stories, like maps that agree ... too consistent among too many languages and histories to be only wishful thinking ... It is always a hidden place, the way into it is not obvious, the geography is as much spiritual as physical. If you should happen upon it, your strongest certainty is not that you have discovered it but returned to it. In a single great episode of light, you remember everything. — Thomas Pynchon

If everyone played it safe, we wouldn't get anywhere. — Vinod Khosla

While praying I passed into a state of entrancement, and in that state I saw the angel and the plates. — Martin Harris

I would suggest the widow do things the husband used to do, so he seems to be there with you. You will feel like just going to bed. It's so wonderful, going to bed. — Joyce Carol Oates

We released 400,000 classified documents, the most extraordinary history of a war to ever have been released in our civilization. Those documents cover 109,000 deaths. That is serious matter. — Julian Assange

Like my old mentor would always say, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll be dead.' Okay, she wasn't a good poet, but that lady could handle her whiskey. — John Zakour

Every new day begins with possibilities. It's up to us to fill it with the things that move us toward progress and peace. — Ronald Reagan

It must be hell when we kill something , we must be the worst way to die — Maggie Stiefvater

The only certainty is uncertainty, except your own death, that's damn certain. — Rick Yancey

Nothing can be more cruel than the leniency which abandons others to their sin. Nothing can be more compassionate than the severe reprimand which calls another Christian in one's community back from the path of sin. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Later they will remember those moments with you. But they are not memories of you, but the feeling they were immortal because you made them gods. — Amy Tan

What good is it to live a life that brings pains? — Aeschylus