Halicki Death Quotes & Sayings

The generous person is always just, and the just who is always generous may, unannounced, approach the throne of heaven. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

Here's a lesson for you Weapons Master," she said, stalking past him. "Give me real men to fight. Then maybe I'll bother trying. — Sarah J. Maas

The sorrow which calls for help and comfort is not the greatest, nor does it come from the depths of the heart. — Wilhelm Von Humboldt

I really don't like talking about diets. — Bess Myerson

Love hadn't existed in this world. Only hate, deceit and lies, but by letting him in I'd let all of that crumble.
By letting me in he'd done the same, and now we were engaged in an even deadlier game than before. — Cassandra Giovanni

I've decided to cut out the part of the speech where I say anything nice about Democrats. — Ann Coulter

The Father wipes the silver chalice with a beautiful linen rag large as a small tablecloth, turns the cup two inches each time to keep you from having to drink where the last worshipper lipped it, as if that takes care of the germs. But I don't care, I always reach out very piously - that's to say, in slow motion, the way you move for some reason to take and eat the body of Our Savior - reach out and lay my hand over the Father's in somber reverence to the moment and then press down as the silver rim clears my upper lip and suck a slug of wine that should have fed six communers. I have to, because the bread of His body is stuck to the roof of my mouth like a rubber tire patch, and if I can't wash it loose by swishing His blood around, I'm going to have to dig it off with a finger, in slow motion, and possibly gag. When — Padgett Powell

If you go all the way back to the days just following creation, men lived nine hundred years or more. — Pat Robertson

Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die — Nick Burd

One day the girl is taking a bath and calls out. The widow comes into the tiny bathroom and the water surrounding the girl's legs is clouded with crimson. She slaps the girl in the face and smiles and kisses her on the cheeks. She says, "May you bloom." The girl doesn't flinch. The widow tells her, "This is the first language of your body. It is the word ne. When you bleed each month, as when the moon comes and goes in its journey, you leave the world of men. You enter the body of all women, who are connected to all of nature." The girl asks, "Why is it the word ne?" The widow responds, "When you bleed, this word is more powerful than any word you could ever speak. It is a blood word. It binds you to animals and trees and the moon and the sun. Where men take blood in the world in hunting and war, women give blood. It is the word ne because it closes the room of a woman's body to men." The widow places her hands into the water and says, "Good. You are alive. You and I are alive. — Lidia Yuknavitch

What ever your 100% looks like, give it. — Lance Armstrong