Lauzon Floors Quotes & Sayings

When did pursuing your ambitions cross the line from brave into foolhardy? How did you know when to stop? — Hanya Yanagihara

Fear can't be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They're like love. They're almost identical emotions. — Rick Riordan

Mack Gaffey, resident veterinarian and owner of Oak Falls Kennel for the Canine Challenged came to greet him. He was a tall, painfully thin man with a tuft of wiry gray hair sticking out in horns on his head and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.
"Sheriff, glad you could make it." They shook hands.
"Alright Mack," Al said. "So you've had yourself some vandalism, huh?"
Mack nodded and lead him around his white GMC. On hood of the van was a fogged-up ZipLock bag. "Some sicko took a dump on my van."
Mack held up the bag so Al could see the giant, steaming turd inside. "It's human shit, Al. I did the tests this morning."
The sheriff frowned and started wiping the hand he shook Mack's with against his pants. "Well, this stinks."
"You should smell it out of the bag, Sheriff. — Daniel Younger

She thought herself weak, a victim of circumstance. What she didn't yet realize about herself, she was one of the bravest warriors he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. Operation Time for Keeley to Recognize She was a Fucking Survivor was now underway. God help him. — Lora Ann

Strong people are such pitiable people. Always having to fight for the sake of someone else. — Sui Ishida

Whenever convictions are not arrived at by direct contact with the world and the objects themselves, but indirectly through a critique of the opinions of others, the processes of thinking are impregnated with ressentiment. The establishment of "criteria" for testing the correctness of opinions then becomes the most important task. Genuine and fruitful criticism judges all opinions with reference to the object itself. Ressentiment criticism, on the contrary, accepts no "object" that has not stood the test of criticism — Max Scheler

Being on the inside could be an addiction — Stephen L. Carter

My father was quiet ' she told him. 'My mother was not. They were polar opposites but you'd think they were a match made in heaven the way he loved her and she him. He'd sit and listen to her play for hours like it was their special language. I miss that the most their music. It made me feel ... part of something beautiful. — Amalie Howard

Anger, Obed Ramotswe had explained to her once, is no more than a salt that we rub into our wounds. — Alexander McCall Smith