Merrymakers Plush Quotes & Sayings

If I had a dream it would be to think, What would it be like for everybody to have the kind of health care I had? What would that feel like? How would that be, to live in that world? Because I'll tell you, to be really, really sick, and to not have money. That is terrifying. And in my opinion, a travesty. — Eve Ensler

So, it's like: I'm an OK singer; I'm an OK guitar player and you put them together and ... it's just OK. — Callie Thorne

We all have scars, my beautiful one. They make us who we are, and if we let them, they bring us together. — Jocelyn Green

In effect, I feel like a blind, deaf, and illiterate person working through the sensibilities and multiple, real talents of other people. Everything I do is collaborative. — Godfrey Reggio

She was trying to whisper, but she might as well have yelled under an echoing bridge. — Jacqueline Wilson

We have to create miracles. A miracle is not the intersession of an external divine agency in violation of the laws of physics. A miracle is simply something that is impossible from an old story but possible from within a new one. It is an expansion of what is possible. — Charles Eisenstein

I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time. — Blythe Baird

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned grudges; here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons! — William Shakespeare

A team takes on the personality of the head coach. — Ricky Williams

History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature, his earliest expression of what may be called thought. — Thomas Carlyle

They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond the dawn to the uttermost rebate of space. — Cormac McCarthy