Nagoya Arlington Quotes & Sayings

We are no more and no less than minds, and it is human for the mind to be imperfect and to forget. — Claire North

Of them all, he had been the most perfectly made, a man whose deeply romantic core was encased in a brutally simple box which consisted of instinct and pragmatism. — Stephen King

You, the unhappy young! Try to take a leaf out of the old happy's book! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I can only be me. — Jonathan Anthony Burkett

I wanted to ask which war
the Boer or the Crimean? It was amazing how old people could talk about The War, as though that meant something. — John Christopher

Most people think that when it's time to buy a car, they should immediately go to the dealerships to find what they want. In reality, there's a lot of planning that should be done first. — Donna Kane

There is a certain kind of man who is forever searching. He wanders from place to place, he looks hard into the eyes of women and men in every town, maybe he scratches the earth or wields a gun, remedies illnesses or writes books, and there is always a vague emptiness within him. It is the emptiness that drives him and he does not know even how to name that thing that might fill it. No idea of home or love or peace comes to him. He does not know, so he cannot stop. On and on he moves. and the emptiness blinds him and pulls at him and he is like a newborn baby searching for the teat, knowing it is there, but where?
And sometimes such a man is handed a gift. A gift of direction. A path that is marked for him and there, yes, this will ease your suffering, it is sure. This will cure you, it will fill you up, at least for a time. There will be a home, and love, there will no longer be the sorrow when you look at a cold night sky, the sorrow as the sun rises and the mist burns away. — Tara Conklin

Happiness is like a genre of music that nearly everyone knows how to dance to. Happiness has a very simple tempo, catchy phrasing, and memorable lyrics. It's the song at the wedding that makes everyone excited to run to the dance floor. — T.K. Coleman