Guarino Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

Humiliation, slavery, fear have perverted us to the bone; we no longer look like men ... Men must be granted the respect due to them. — Mohammed Dib

Her lips found his and a stab of exquisite desire shot through him. This is what he's been waiting for all this time. Not a stolen embrace. A gift, freely given. One that he would keep forever in some small part of his soul. — Courtney Milan

She remembers this phrase from his final months of law school, when he brought home the books on starting up a business. He'd read ravenously for several weeks and then predicted: "Well, darling, we're going to be rich." Now he slaps shut the last of his books and announces, with equal assurance: "We're all going to die. — Jacob Appel

The hardest thing about being a communist is trying to predict the past. — Milovan Djilas

I'm fearless, to a degree. — Laura Bell Bundy

People talk of rage as something fluid; it boils, flows, spills over, scalds. For her, it is not any of these things. Instead it is a vast, frozen sea, solid as rock, unthawable. She has never seen the sea, but she knows it wraps around three-quarters of the world. All her anger is that and more. — Neel Mukherjee

That's the mark of true friends. That we might not see each other for a year but when we do it's as if we were never apart. — Jane Green

Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home. — Laini Taylor

It was the quartets of Beethoven (numbers 12,13,14, and 15) which over fifty years, created and expanded the the audience of listeners to the quartets of Beethoven, thus achieving, as all masterpieces do, progress if not in the quality of artists, at least in the company of minds, which is largely composed these days of what was missing when the work appeared: people capable of liking it. — Marcel Proust

When we hear people talk of riches, honors and amusements of the world, let us remember that all things have an end, and let us then say: My God, I wish for You alone and nothing more. — Alphonsus Liguori

I will lead an exodus with my lips, and soothe the hearts of my lovers with my tongue. I will never cry wolf, trust me. — Key Ballah