Milosevich Obituary Quotes & Sayings

The best way to impress a woman is to be the most honest you can. — Jean Reno

In all my years of New York cab riding I have yet to find the colorful, philosophical cabdriver that keeps popping up on the late movies. — Jean Shepherd

The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes. — Rick Yancey

THE ARRIVAL Like a tide it comes in, wave after wave of foliage and fruit, the nurtured and the wild, out of the light to this shore. In its extravagance we shape the strenuous outline of enough. — Wendell Berry

Abby," he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. "I love you." A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close. As he bent around her, he whispered, "I've loved you so long, I can't remember what it's like to not love you. And I'll go to my grave loving you. You're my everything. — Shiloh Walker

No one knows anything. But I know less than that, because I thought I knew something, but it was wrong. So I know negatively. I unknow. — Kim Stanley Robinson

Never trust anything you read in a travel article. Travel articles appear in publications that sell large, expensive advertisements to tourism-related industries, and these industries do not wish to see articles with headlines like: URUGUAY: DON'T BOTHER. — Dave Barry

It's a toss-up whether the scenery or the adornment of Marilyn Monroe is the feature of greater attraction in River of No Return. The mountainous scenery is spectacular, but so in her own way is Miss Monroe. — Bosley Crowther

When we are happy, we forget to eat. Then happiness is a primary need, even more important for life than nourishing the body. — Rossana Condoleo

To do something very common, in my own way. — Adrienne Rich

The whole world's problems are caused by man's inability to sit quietly by himself in a room. — Karan Bajaj

Against a wall a faded blonde woman - an exiled angel, the hints of beauty still lingering on her palewhite face - sits with blackoutlined eyes burning into the bar. — John Rechy