Needlelike Pain Quotes & Sayings

Every study on crime and or firearms proves time and time again, that 99.99999% of American gun owners do not commit crimes or use our firearms in any dangerous or improper way. — Ted Nugent

I'm hanging out with my New York friends, my Jersey boys, my family and loving every single second of it. — Zach Braff

Dear God, you are beautiful. I tried to forget, to pretend I did not need you, but it was no use. You haunt my waking hours and my dreams, and though I know if I stay with you my soul my soul will be lost and my life damned, I cannot stay away, nor can I put you from me. So come and let me drown in your bewitching angel's eyes. Some things bought dearly are worth the price. — Jennifer Blake

Dammit. I hate it when my crazy is right. — T.J. Klune

It is much easier to meet with error than to find truth; error is on the surface, and can be more easily met with; truth is hid in great depths, the way to seek does not appear to all the world. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I have sung to large crowds since then, and there is a feeling that once you get over 100,000 people, you kind of lose the control element, you don't know if you are really getting through or not. — Joe Cocker

The strong family warrior has turned into a shell-shocked returning vet - listless, moody, with an invisible injury draining him of vitality. — Brian Boyle

Even the securest financial plan and the finest health coverage aren't enough to hold us steady when the challenges come ... We need something more, something deeper and unshakeable, something that will see us through life's hard times. — Billy Graham

Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as it does in parting with dear objects. The humid gaze does not wander around holding back a tear, as if it wished to carry away in it a trembling reflection of the abandoned spot; but in the best corner of our hearts we feel pity for the things which we did not bring to life with our breath, which we hardly noticed and are now leaving forever. This already dead iventory will not be resurrected in one's memory.. — Vladimir Nabokov