Ocarroll Clan Quotes & Sayings

You call me a bitch? Well, a bitch is a dog, dogs bark, bark is on trees, trees are part of nature and nature is beautiful so thanks for the compliment. — Anonymous

To make yourself understood to people, one must first speak to their eyes — Napoleon Bonaparte

Stand or kneel with one hand on your pubic bone in front and the other on your tailbone. Notice how far apart your hands are. Now lean backward as far as possible (taking care not to hurt yourself) and continue to notice how far apart your hands are. Next, lean forward until your torso is parallel to the ground. — Ina May Gaskin

It is easier to fall off of a ladder than to climb one. — Matshona Dhliwayo

There is insufficient support for the police and safety and law enforcement, in general, in the city council. — Steve Chabot

It's sad but it^s true how society says her life is alredy over. There's nothing to do and there's nothing to say.. — Jean-Christophe Grange

Each of us has the ability to invent — Sunday Adelaja

Photography is just light remembering itself. — Jerry Uelsmann

The most I've smoked in a day was over an ounce, in Germany. — Method Man

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn. — John Muir

Your thoughts make what happen in your life~
You can turn anything negative into the positive~
What you visualize can come true and you attract it to yourself — Pattimari Sheets-Diamond

It seems to me that most things that are being made are designed for young people. There aren't that many depictions of melancholic older people, even though they form a growing proportion of the population. — Peter Capaldi

And she arose from her deathbed in a gossamer gown, with eyes the color of starlight and hair as black as the night. And those who were her captors trembled, for the scent of death and madness emanated from her soul, and yet she was not dead. She moved like the spiders that creep in the treetops, and none could look away.
Taking her first captor in hand, she fed deep and ravenous. And so it was that Myst, Queen of the Indigo Court, was born from the blood of the dead. — Yasmine Galenorn