Quotes & Sayings About Memorializing The Dead

Mothering had come so naturally to Maureen. It was as if another woman had been waiting inside her all along, ready to slip out. She knew how to swing her body so that a baby slept; how to soften her voice; how to curl her hand to support his head. She knew what temperature the water should be in his bath, and when he needed to nap, and how to knit him blue wool socks. He had no idea she knew these things and he had watched with awe, like a spectator from the shadows. It both deepened his love for her and lifted her apart, so that just at the moment when he thought their marriage would intensify, it seemed to lose its way, or at least set them in different places. — Rachel Joyce

One theory is that we will make war look so attractive that we undermine the deterrent. That's Never Never Land. What we have now would have been enough to deter Hitler. But we are talking in a different order of reality. — Henry A. Kissinger

Writing becomes a really good creative outlet when you're sitting there and feeling creatively frustrated or stilted, but also you then get to write parts for yourself. — Zoe Lister-Jones

All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was. — Elizabeth Smart

People are hungry not because there aren't enough farmers or food, but because they don't have access to it or can't afford it. — Howard Graham Buffett

Just make sure you're not withholding information, Sandeman. Your parole officer might find it annoying." He gave me a shot to the shoulder that knocked me back a foot. "Somebody yanks my parole officer's chain, and somebody might find out why they call me the Sandman. Maybe you want to think about that." Not anytime soon. — Janet Evanovich

We're [Avocado League] trying to just urge people to add avocado into their diet. It's healthy and full of vitamins and minerals. — Jennie Finch

Intervention continues to be a prominent dimension of the post-cold war world. — Mike Jackson

When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night. — Alice Hoffman

I try to pretend his shoulder touching mine isn't causing totally unrelated parts of me to tingle. — Lisa Desrochers