Hemmingsen Funeral In Auburn Quotes & Sayings

In the morning, a cup of love, kindness and sunshine make my day bright and happy. — Debasish Mridha

The miserable have no medicine but hope. — William Shakespeare

All true religion, all true morality, all true mysticism have but one object, and that is to act on humanity, collective and individual, in such a manner that it shall correspond efficiently with the great law of development, and co-operate consciously therewith to achieve the end of development. — A. E. Waite

Love what you do and do what you love. Don't listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life. — Ray Bradbury

Other people's perspective, just seeing the sexy image, might be that I take my sexuality very seriously. But I really don't. I like being sexy. It's fun, and I have had a nice little career off it. — Carmen Electra

You can look at a slum or a peasant village, but it is only by entering into the world - by living in it -that you begin to understand what it is like to be powerless, to be like Christ. — Penny Lernoux

After twenty years you can begin to be sure of what camera will do. — Brassai

I walk off reminding myself that some people sacrifice everything they are for love. But it's worth it, every time. — Sarah Michelle Lynch

the shewbread to tell of Jesus, the Bread of Life, and the altar of — A.W. Tozer

As might be supposed, my parents were quite poor, but we somehow never seemed to lack anything we needed, and I never saw a trace of discontent or a failure in cheerfulness over their lot in life, as indeed over anything. — Albert J. Nock

I've now been in 57 states -- I think one left to go." --at a campaign event in Beaverton, Oregon — Barack Obama

If anyone should doubt whether the electrical matter passes through the substance of bodies, or only over along their surfaces, a shock from an electrified large glass jar, taken through his own body, will probably convince him. — Benjamin Franklin

Nor is it perhaps really love when I say that for me you are the most beloved; In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself. — Franz Kafka

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak. — Ben Jonson