Lauture Obituary Quotes & Sayings

I'd watch your mouth", he said, tilting his head as he looked at my ID."The last lunker who laughed at her picture spent the night in the emergency room with a drink umbrella jammed up his nose". — Kim Harrison

I'm not picky, quite honestly. — Daniel Day-Lewis

The only noble thing a man can do with money is to build a schooner. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Chaos theory, a more recent invention, is equally fertile ground for those with a bent for abusing sense. It is unfortunately named, for 'chaos' implies randomness. Chaos in the technical sense is not random at all. It is completely determined, but it depends hugely, in strangely hard-to-predict ways, on tiny differences in initial conditions. — Richard Dawkins

I like to get out and get up the court, using my speed and aggressiveness toward the hoop. — LeBron James

Health without money is halfe an ague. — George Herbert

In a snowstorm it always seemed, for a time, as though there were no enemies. — Ernest Hemingway,

Love with passion. Love for no reason. — Debasish Mridha

Bereavement seemed to work on him as a kind of blanket allergy, making him edgy and irritable to all the outside world. And of course it was reciprocal; the world receded on him. — Peter R. Pouncey

[M]emory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present. — Garth Stein

YOU-CAN-DO-ANYTHING! — Timothy Pina

A story is not like a road to follow ... it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you. — Alice Munro

The colors shone, burned through. Sienna and crimson and gold, and I swallowed my name from his mouth and he kissed his from my lips, and I was incandescent as I tripped into- bliss. — Michelle Hodkin

Only a sadistic scoundrel-or a fool-tells the bald truth on social occasions. — Robert A. Heinlein