Nunans Garage Quotes & Sayings

It's nice when you work with someone who has an eye for clothes and will show what you've given them. — Julie Harris

One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them. — D.H. Lawrence

You can live your life angry, bitter, mad at somebody or even guilty, not letting go of your own mistakes, but you won't receive the good things God has in store. — Joel Osteen

What a thing it is to have music that plays your terrible thoughts. I imagined that one piece could drive more delicate women than myself to insanity. — Jackie Kay

I could easily imagine carrying a favoured item to the ends of the earth, if only to help believe I'd see its beloved owner again. — Anne Michaels

A friend is a gift you give yourself. — Robert Louis Stevenson

I'm not artistic nor am I all that creative. — Henry Rollins

It's very difficult to be right about something without hurting someone with it. — Dallas Willard

Just remember, we're all in this alone. — Lily Tomlin

And with truth comes beauty and with this beauty a freedom before God. — Francis A. Schaeffer

Only in dreams and death can perfection be had. Life is broken and weary. — Orna Ross

Like Afghanistan before it, Iraq is only one theater in a regional war. We were attacked by a network of terrorist organizations supported by several countries, of whom the most important were Iran, Iraq, Syria, and Saudi Arabia. — Michael Ledeen

She was beginning to weep again. Tears were her final defense, just as they had always been his mother's: the soft weapon which paralyzes, which turns kindness and tenderness into fatal chinks in one's armor. Not that he'd ever worn much armor anyway - suits of armor did not seem to fit him very well. Tears had been more than a defense for his mother; they had been a weapon. Myra had rarely used her own tears so cynically . . . but, cynically or not, he realized she was trying to use them that way now . . . and she was succeeding. He — Stephen King

Many a month of gloomy unconsciousness rolled over me, without date or notice. One thousand waves may welter over a sunk wreck, and be felt as one. — Charles Robert Maturin