Love Continues After Death Quotes & Sayings

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me! — Cornelia Funke

A great leader is almost always a great follower for he knows what to learn and from whom. — Awdhesh Singh

A valid scientific theory is predictive, verifiable, and replicable. To me, that's beautiful. — Dean Ornish

To be part of the creation, I must act humbly. I'll take that over a goddess any day! — Maureen O'Hara

Knowin' all about baseball is just about as profitable as bein' a good whittler. — Kin Hubbard

If you had the seeds of pestilence in your body you would not have a more active contagion that you have in your tempers, tastes, and principles. Simply to be in this world, whatever you are, is to exert an influence, compared with which mere language and persuasion are feeble. — Horace Bushnell

Beautiful and courageous flowers don't grow over night... They start as a seed in the ground. Within the depths of a dark place they burrow deep and with water and sunlight they arise to break through the soil and slowly grow into what they wish to become. — Leona Keyoko Pink

I don't need you," she repeats, her voice breaking.
"You're right," he says softly. "You don't need a man, Rose." He pauses and I barely hear him whisper, "But you do need me. — Krista Ritchie

In my opinion, most of us have not been taught how to be responsible for our thoughts and feelings. I see this strongly in the widespread tendency to read books and stories as if they exist to confirm how we are supposed to be, think, and feel. I'm not talking about wacky political correctness, I'm talking mainstream ... Ladies and gentlemen, please. Stop asking, "What am I supposed to feel?" Why would an adult look to me or any other writer to tell him or her what to feel? You're not supposed to feel anything. You feel what you feel. Where you go with it is your responsibility. If a writer chooses to aggressively let you know what he or she feels, where you go with it is still your responsibility. — Mary Gaitskill

The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest ... — Charles Tennyson Turner