Holdings Funeral In Big Quotes & Sayings

If I love you more, will you suffer less? — Elie Wiesel

Your baby only needs a lot of light at night if he's reading or he's entertaining guests. — Lawrence Kutner

So what used to fit in a building now fits in your pocket, what fits in your pocket now will fit inside a blood cell in 25 years. — Ray Kurzweil

The Sphinx extended a hand. Seth shook it. "One last thing, Seth. Are you aware that Midsummer Eve is scarcely a week away?" "Yeah." "Might I make a suggestion?" "Okay." "Don't open any windows. — Brandon Mull

I think people are willing to take more of a risk on an indie film, about character, etc ... but at the same time, when I work on projects that are substantially bigger, in a way they do feel small. Even though the catering is way better and we actually have someone shooting with real film ... The budgets are bigger but the story still feels small, like an indie film. — Adam Driver

Oh, talking is not so bad as that," said the Jester. "True, most people say only silly things when they speak. But it's easier to ignore them if you're saying silly things yourself. — Pseudonymous Bosch

I don't really know how to do casual clothes. — Oscar De La Renta

I am a lefty, though I bat right-handed ... When I was a kid I pitched, played first, outfield and shortstop as well. Now it's mainly softball with some friends. — Josh Charles

There is no longer any older generation. You have become it, while your mind was mostly on other matters.' (from "The Man in the Moon") — William Maxwell

most dazzling human achievements are, in fact, the aggregate of countless individual elements, each of which is, in a sense, ordinary. — Angela Duckworth

I travel as much as I do. It isn't the life I expected. I don't know what dust of pollen will come back with me from these travels.But I must trust that I will not treat frivolously the glimpses I've been given into other places and others' lives. — Jane Hirshfield

I imagined a labyrinth of labyrinths, a maze of mazes, a twisting, turning, ever-widening labyrinth that contained both past and future and somehow implied the stars. Absorbed in those illusory imaginings, I forgot that I was a pursued man; I felt myself, for an indefinite while, the abstract perceiver of the world. The vague, living countryside, the moon, the remains of the day did their work in me; so did the gently downward road, which forestalled all possibility of weariness. The evening was near, yet infinite. — Jorge Luis Borges