Meminger Name Quotes & Sayings

I seize all opportunities with two hands. Everything that's happened to me has taught me to live in the moment as much as possible. — Sam Taylor-Wood

President Obama is now losing to 'Republican Nominee' in polls - no name needed. — Jon Meacham

One does every day and without a second thought, what at another time would be the event of a year, perhaps of a life. — Henry Adams

My point is that we much decolonize our minds and re-name and re-define ourselves ... In all respects, culturally, politically, socially, we must re-define ourselves and our lives, in our own terms. — Max Roach

Forgive me, Magnus.'
'I don't know if I can.'
'You must.'
Still looking into the distance, he said, 'You need my forgiveness?'
'No. I'm dead. You can do nothing for me. You need to forgive me so you can live. — Raymond E. Feist

Everyday is another chance to do something great. — Emma Paul

He isn't a government or an army. He's a guy. No matter what you think of any particular war, you've got to feel something for some poor guy ripped out of his life and handed a gun and sent somewhere to kill other guys who've been ripped out of their lives and sent to do the same thing, and while they're both shivering in their foxholes, scared they're not going to see another sunrise, all the fat cats, all the generals and politicos and priests and mullahs and tribal elders who started the whole damn thing, sit way to the rear, moving their chess pieces around." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder as he took a breath. "He got handed the dirty end of a dirty stick but he handled it. You've got to respect that. — F. Paul Wilson

Time and space are just projections of your consciousness. — Jaggi Vasudev

The murals in restaurants are on par with the food in museums. — Peter De Vries

But the coconut is also a symbol of resilience, Samar. Even in the conditions where there's very little nourishment and even less nurturance, it flourishes, growing taller than most of the plants around it. — Neesha Meminger

Finally, in October 1945, a man with swampy eyes, feathers of hair, and a clean-shaven face walked into the shop. He approached the counter. "Is there someone here by the name of Leisel Meminger?"
"Yes, she's in the back," said Alex. He was hopeful, but he wanted to be sure. "May I ask who is calling on her?"
Leisel came out.
They hugged and cried and fell to the floor. — Markus Zusak