Hannays Minneapolis Quotes & Sayings

A man who could not see the end of his"provisional existence" was not able to aim at an ultimate goal in life. — Viktor E. Frankl

Naw, man, I like big, hard, throbbing co- (stunned pause) ... I did not know that about myself. — Ron White

Those people who say that America is finite are some sense right. The environmental movement, for example, has a great wisdom to it: we need to protect, to preserve, to shelter as much as we need to develop. But I think this always has to be juxtaposed against the optimism of old, which is now represented in part by immigrants. I would like to see America achieve a kind of balance between optimism and tragedy, between possibility and skepticism. — Richard Rodriguez

I worked with Rocky Graziano and Rocky was certainly a character. — Dick Schaap

The great model of the affection of love in human beings is the sentiment which subsists between parents and children. — William Godwin

What I read is so distorted that I cannot believe that the person they are talking about is myself. — Bob Kane

We need to think about encryption not as this sort of arcane, black art. It's a basic protection. — Edward Snowden

I love writing Christmas stories, especially of the historical variety. — Linda Lael Miller

When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking ... Is Where It's Taking Her! — Frances Mayes

Are you really an archangel?" I whisper.
He gives me a cocky grin. "Impressed?"
"No," I lie. "But I have some complaints I'd like to file about your personnel."
"Talk to middle management."
I follow him out the door, giving him my
death-by-glare expression. — Susan Ee

I remember Christian teachers telling me long ago that I must hate a bad man's actions but not hate the bad man: or, as they would say, hate the sin but not the sinner ... I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occurred to me that there was one man to whom I had been doing this all my life
namely myself. However much I might dislike my own cowardice or conceit or greed, I went on loving myself. There had never been the slightest difficulty about it. In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the man. Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things. — C.S. Lewis