Maclise Hockey Quotes & Sayings

To understand our love they'd have to turn the world upside down — Robert Fulghum

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force. — Dante Alighieri

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back. — Sarah Dessen

Don't just wish and dream - take action to make it happen. — Debasish Mridha

WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES. — Amy King

If we had pursued the war on cancer which President Nixon declared in 1970, Jack Kemp might be alive today. — Arlen Specter

Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, are are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn't like to be ignored like this. It doesn't like to be covered in dust sheets, as though it were an old room which you had shut up during the winter. Especially since a garden knows how gay and delightful it can be, even in the very frozen heart of the winter, if you only give it a chance. — Beverley Nichols

O man, I beseech you do not treat God's promises as if they were curiosities for a museum; but use them as every day sources of comfort. Trust the Lord whenever your time of need comes on. — Charles Spurgeon

We must all hang together or we shall most assuredly all hang separately. — Benjamin Franklin

It's a kind of fugue state, anyway, early sex. — Jeffrey Eugenides

You cannot lead people you do not influence. — Johnny Hunt

May I just say that religion and logic don't always go together, and then we can move on. — Kaje Harper

You can't make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I'm a rascal, and why not? It's a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who becomes enraged when called by their right names. — Margaret Mitchell

The stoic contemplates fallen leaves; the epicure rakes them into a loveseat. — Bauvard