Irish Obituary Quotes & Sayings

What reason would grope for in vain, spontaneous impulse ofttimes achieves at a stroke, with light and pleasureful guidance. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I really am not going to get involved in a discussion about the legal position of the Iraq war. I am not the person to do that because I am not sufficiently impartial as a lawyer about this, because it's a matter that is of interest to the person that I am closest to in the world. — Cherie Blair

The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade. — Alexander Pope

I wish I could fly.
I wish I were rich.
I wish I had more time."
"But you can, and you are, and you do;
I wish you would open your eyes. — Richelle E. Goodrich

I'm very relaxed. I have a family, I have a partner of 20 years, I have a wonderful life; nothing could be better. — Elton John

I tend not to dwell on the parallels between chess and business, chess and the martial arts, or any two things for that matter, because the truth is that all pursuits are connected if we gain an eye for the thematic links. — Joshua Waitzkin

Some people are really into being music-minded and knowing all their scales and how to read music and speak the language. — Blake Judd

Western engagement with Eastern spirituality dates back at least as far as Alexander's campaign in India, where the young conqueror and his pet philosophers encountered naked ascetics whom they called "gymnosophists." It is often said that the thinking of these yogis greatly influenced the philosopher Pyrrho, the father of Greek skepticism. This seems a credible claim, because Pyrrho's teachings had much in common with Buddhism. But his contemplative insights and methods never became part of any system of thought in the West. — Sam Harris

My business is stanching blood and feeding fainting men; my post the open field between the bullet and the hospital. I sometimes discuss the application of a compress or a wisp of hay under a broken limb, but not the bearing and merits of a political movement. I make gruel
not speeches; I write letters home for wounded soldiers, not political addresses. — Clara Barton