Installing Hardwood Floors Quotes & Sayings

I'm thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest. — Donna Lynn Hope

Once or twice a day, I am enveloped inside what I like to call the Impenetrable Shield of Melancholy. This shield, it is impenetrable. Hence the name. I cannot speak. And while I can feel myself freeze up, I can't do anything about it. — Sarah Vowell

Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death.
How would that be? Just how would that be? — Stephen King

It is difficult to understand why statisticians commonly limit their inquiries to Averages, and do not revel in more comprehensive views. Their souls seem as dull to the charm of variety as that of the native of one of our flat English counties, whose retrospect of Switzerland was that, if its mountains could be thrown into its lakes, two nuisances would be got rid of at once. — Francis Galton

There's a mass of places, really, where the idea started. — Siobhan Davies

In Phebus realm, in knowledge as in verse,All things are clear, the sun of Phoebus clear,Clear was his crystal, the Kastalian.What you cannot clearly say, you don't know:To tongue of man his thought brings word:What's said obscurely is what's thought obscurely. — Esaias Tegner

Bad quarrels come when two people are wrong. Worse quarrels come when two people are right. — Betty Smith

You must learn to wrestle against the things that hinder your communication with God. — Oswald Chambers

You allow the world to think you're a heartless murderer," I tell him. "And you're not."
He laughs, once; his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "No," he says. "I'm afraid I'm just the regular kind of murderer. — Tahereh Mafi