Middleboro Lakeville Obits Quotes & Sayings

In the parlor was a huge camera on wheels like the ones used in public parks, and the backdrop of a marine twilight, painted with homemade paints, and the walls papered with pictures of children at memorable moments: the first Communion, the bunny costume, the happy birthday. Year after year, during contemplative pauses on afternoons of chess, Dr. Urbino had seen the gradual covering over of the walls, and he had often thought with a shudder of sorrow that in the gallery of casual portraits lay the germ of the future of the city, governed and corrupted by those unknown children, where note even the ashes of his glory would remain. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

There are few couples as unhappy as those who are too proud to admit their unhappiness. — P.D. James

I like to do cover songs if I really love them, I have to love the song first. — Paul Taylor

When I walk down the street, even here in the U.S., they are always saying my catchphrases of my characters, and they shout at me with my catchphrases. — Eugenio Derbez

If you make a mistake, celebrate. — Benjamin Zander

Since when is the intelligence agency supposed to be an air force of drones that goes around killing people? I believe that it's a job for the Department of Defense. — John McCain

If statistical reality is the only one, then that is the sole authority. There is then only one condition, and since no contrary condition exists, judgment and decision are not only superfluous but impossible. Then the individual is bound to be a function of statistics and hence a function of the State or whatever the abstract principle of order may be called. — C. G. Jung

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof. — J.R. Ward

I choose not to think of my life as surviving, but coping. — Lorna Luft

In the newspapers I read a biography about an American. He left his whole huge fortune to factories and for the positive sciences, his skeleton to the students at the academy there, and his skin to make a drum so as to have the American national anthem drummed on it day and night. — Fyodor Dostoevsky