Obralia Quotes & Sayings

You're my world, Samantha. Everything I do, from now until the end of time, I'm going to be doing for you. — A.L. Jackson

Kisses were better than potions. — Gail Carson Levine

I like to come to Washington, D.C., at least once a year. Why should my tax money travel more than I do? — Bob Hope

In the non-material scenario, both temple or total quality gets raised, deploying communication as mortar, culture as reinforcement, and commitment as concrete. — Priyavrat Thareja

When you come into the industry as an outsider, you need to have an entrepreneurial spirit to succeed. In Hollywood, it's very clear that you either play by the rules or make up your own. And I wanted to do it my way. — Will Packer

Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that?
Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower? — D.J. MacHale

Guilt results from unused life, from the unlived in us. — Ernest Becker

Among mortals second thoughts are wisest. — Euripides

Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain; Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm, Dispelling death
soft loosing his cold grip, Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain, As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn. — William Batchelder Greene

It's entirely possible to function as a free-thinking individual without succumbing to narcissism. This can be tricky at times, I suppose, but then so can the tango - particularly if you're dancing alone. — Tom Robbins

If there is no God there is no hereafter. When, therefore, one drives God out of the universe he closes the door of hope upon himself. — William Jennings Bryan

Whose life is it, anyway? — Sue Rodriguez

Maybe the two sections of land should have been called Bad Luck Ranch instead of the Lucky Penny ... — Carolyn Brown

We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

And now, beloved, through the crackling sea
we return like blind birds — Pablo Neruda