Lagundino Family Quotes & Sayings

(I love that expression. "Swing a dead cat." Where the hell did it come from? Was swinging dead cats a thing at some point?) — Leslie Irish Evans

If you see me standing on my head, I'm trying to cheer you up with my frown. I need my honesty, you my pleasantry. — Brian Spellman

I think it was my study of history that convinced me that the Democratic Party was more on the side of the average American. — George McGovern

Some of the longest home runs I've hit, I didn't actually realize they were going that far. Everyone says, 'What does it feel like to hit the ball that far?' Actually, there's no feeling at all. I know when the ball meets the bat whether or not it's left the park. It's a nice easy thing. — Mark McGwire

Satan rose to his feet and stood massive and malevolent, his head almost lost in the reeking clouds. Behind him, the floor shivered and shattered as his generals, princes and barons rose behind him: Balberith, Beelzebub and Carreau; Melmoroth, Shakarl and Mr Runcible; Olivier, Leviathan and Yog-Sothoth who just happened to be there because he couldn't help it. — Jonathan L. Howard

Every failure, every adversity, every heartache may be a blessing in disguise providing it softens the animal portion of our nature. — Napoleon Hill

We drove. Time seemed to pass a little differently when there was nothing to mark how far you had come, or what you were heading to. I would look at my watch, thinking an hour had passed when it had only been five minutes. Or I would catch the car's clock and realized forty-five minutes had gone by in what I would have sworn was fifteen. Now that I knew what to expect from this road, it wasn't so stressful. There were still moments when the sheer aloneness of it all would cause me to have a momentary panic. But then it would subside, and I would look out the window, take in the view, and feel myself calming down. — Morgan Matson

Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing! It is the jester! A voice from the Void, to cheer poor Cicero! I accept your gift, dearest Night Mother. Thank you for my laughter. Thank you for my friend. — Marcus Tullius Cicero