Makely Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Before the land rose out of the ocean, and became dry land, chaos reigned; and between high and low water mark, where she is partially disrobed and rising, a sort of chaos reigns still, which only anomalous creatures can inhabit. — Henry David Thoreau

Have them all shot. I don't want any of my workers dissatisfied. — Charlie Chaplin

What is magical and mystifying to me about style is not that by seeing we can believe. It is that eventually, we can believe, because we can see ... we can embrace change the more we can make it tangible. — Stacy London

NBC's The West Wing is an icon for bad stories; Gitmo is a place where we keep an eye on evil, dangerous people who want to kill us. — Ann Coulter

You will not grow without attempting to do things you are unable to do. — Henry Cloud

Temperament is something that is an integral part of the artist. Not temper, temperament. There is a vast difference. — Bette Davis

It's so damn complex. If you ever think you have the solution to this, you're wrong and you're dangerous. — H.R. McMaster

Technology has brought us to a point in which hundreds of millions if not billions of people have a voice, each voice can now be heard. — Jeff Pulver

Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash. — Suzanne Collins

Making money is a hobby that will complement any other hobbies you have, beautifully. — Scott Alexander

The reason for privacy is not so that people will not know you go to the bathroom. It's to allow certain things to go on that you don't want other people to know about, when all is said and done. But the things I don't want other people to know about are not my sex life. — Samuel R. Delany

The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD. — Anonymous

Her empathy was like a double-edged razor that allowed her to experience the nethermost of human joys and sorrows. The best and worst of emotions cut her to the bone. The pain of her heart was like a tortuous phantom that lived outside her body. She could feel its presence. It clung to her breasts like a nursing infant. Pressure on her chest. Stealing her breath. I don't want to hurt like this, she thought. Then she remembered the alternative. She pictured life without feeling and imagined the sociopath existence. It is better to feel, she said. — C.J. Anderson

A saint is not a virtuous soul, but an empty one. He - or she - freely gives the gift of their will to their god. And in renouncing action, makes action possible. — Lois McMaster Bujold