Non Romantic Anniversary Quotes & Sayings

What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth. — Luke Davies

I pray for her every night ...
Keep praying. God hears you ...
I know. And Pastor says that some people take longer to find their happy- ever-after in Jesus.
That's right. Some people take a little longer. — Karen Kingsbury

Leave me like this. I have come full circle and I understand. The world must be read backward. All is clear. — Italo Calvino

Then you wake up in Barstow California. Another dissociative fugue. It's like time traveling. It's late November now. What ever happened at teresa is a mystery to you. In Godforsaken Barstow, where the golden state shits itself into the desert, people are eatting each other. Has it always been this way? — Lost Zombies

The son of a Fife mining town sledder of coal-bings, bottle-forager, and picture-house troglodyte, I was decidedly urban and knew little about native fauna, other than the handful of birds I saw on trips to the beach or Sunday walks. — John Burnside

We invest less in our friendships and expect more of friends than any other relationship. We spend days working out where to book for a romantic dinner, weeks wondering how to celebrate a partner or parent's birthday, and seconds forgetting a friend's important anniversary. — Mariella Frostrup

We cannot resolve a conflict if we are not willing to break loose from its bondage. In order to solve a conflict, we need to free ourselves from its strings of conflict and let our souls free. According to the teachings of Jesus, one cannot be free from the conflict of this world if he/she is not ready to free him/her own self from the conflict. Christians are supposed to break loose and from conflict by ceasing to do bad things and seeking repentance. In the bible many several people such as Kind David, and Jesus himself were able to break loose from conflict thereby promoting peace. — Austin V. Songer

It was humanity's ability to heal so quickly, by means of babies, which encouraged so many people to think of explosions as show business, as highly theatrical forms of self-expression, and little more. — Kurt Vonnegut

Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear. — Bruce Springsteen

If you love a medium made of software, there's a danger that you will become entrapped in someone else's recent careless thoughts. Struggle against that. — Jaron Lanier

My nickname in grade school was salamander because I have a lazy eye — Thom Yorke

My best beauty secret is simple: Have the right palette and the right colors and remember, you need so much less makeup than you think. — Jessalyn Gilsig

The whole journey of life is a journey of preparation ... to see, to feel, to understand the beauty of what lies ahead, of the homeland towards which we walk. — Pope Francis

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought. — Arthur Conan Doyle

You're such a romantic. Just like your brother. Do you know what he bought for me for our last anniversary? A knife sharpener. — Kim Fielding

Leaning against my car after changing the oil,
I hold my black hands out and stare into them
as if they were the faces of my children looking
at the winter moon and thinking of the snow
that will erase everything before they wake.
In the garage, my wife comes behind me
and slides her hands beneath my soiled shirt.
Pressing her face between my shoulder blades,
she mumbles something, and soon we are laughing,
wrestling like children among piles of old rags,
towels that unravel endlessly, torn sheets,
work shirts from twenty years ago when I stood
in the door of a machine shop, grease blackened,
and Kansas lay before me blazing with new snow,
a future of flat land, white skies, and sunlight.
After making love, we lie on the abandoned
mattress and stare at our pale winter bodies
sprawling in the half-light. She touches her belly,
the scar of our last child, and the black prints
of my hand along her hips and thighs. — B.H. Fairchild

I think I am becoming my own ghost. — John Banville