Haimovich Volkswagen Quotes & Sayings

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. — William Shakespeare

She kissed his chest. "Thanks for letting me into your heart."
He tucked her hair behind her ear. "You walked in like you had a key. — Lisa Kessler

Remember to forget yourself — Kamand Kojouri

She hugged her arms around his chest and leaned her head into his shoulder. She did this every night, and like most small demonstrations of love, it had a large impact. Dor felt a surge of calm whenever she held him, like being wrapped in a blanket, and he knew no one else would ever love or understand him the way she did. He nestled his face into her long dark hair, and he breathed a way he never breathed except when he was with her. — Mitch Albom

[Author's Note: Barbara Hand Clow gives a much more detailed description and story about the photon band and the cosmological changes in dimensional relationships we are undergoing in her latest book, The Pleiadian Agenda: A New Cosmology for the Age of Light.] — Amorah Quan Yin

Every man has somewhere about him some belief for which he'd die. Only isn't it improbable that your parents and guardians told it to you? If there is one won't it be part of your own flesh and spirit? — E. M. Forster

A fool is wise in his own eyes. — Solomon

Strong lives are motivated by dynamic purposes. — Kenneth Hildebrand

Without religion the highest endowments of intellect can only render the possessor more dangerous if he be ill disposed; if well disposed, only more unhappy. — Robert Southey

As people, other people, living in a house who ... borrow things?"
Mrs. May laid down her work. "What do you think?" she asked.
"I don't know," Kate said, pulling hard at her shoe button. "There can't be. And yet"-she raised her head-"and yet sometimes I think there must be."
"Why do you think there must be?" asked Mrs. May.
"Because of all the things that disappear. Safety pins, for instance. Factories go on making safety pins, and every day people go on buying safety pins and yet, somehow, there never is a safety pin just when you want one. Where are they all? Now, at this minute? Where do they go to? Take needles," she went on. "All the needles my mother ever bought-there must be hundreds-can't just be lying about this house."
"Not lying about the house, no," agreed Mrs. May.
"And all the other things we keep on buying. Again and again and again. Like pencils and match boxes and sealing-wax and hairpins and drawing pins and thimbles- — Mary Norton

It was the room where they — Robert Jordan

I said at the beginning of this story that this was about a person who finds out who they are. About a person who is unravelled and their core is revealed to all that count. And that all that count are revealed to them. You thought I was talking about Lou Suffern, didn't you? Wrong. I was talking about us all. — Cecelia Ahern

Remember the steam kettle; though up to its neck in hot water it continues to sing. — Brownie Wise

Inside each of us is our ideal life: our true north. — Lauren Handel Zander