Padegimas Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Women have seen that they have locked themselves up with feminist writing. — Nathalie Sarraute

Loss is a strange thing. It comes without a warning. It rips your heart to shreds and lets you learn to live with the pieces. It never lets you heal, but eventually, the memories you carry will help you learn to live with the pain of knowing that you will never see your loved one again. — J.C. Reed

NASA doesn't have total faith in my kludged-together rover — Andy Weir

No man can be wise on an empty stomach. — George Eliot

My clothes are fabulous - colourful, fun and by some very special designers. They deserve a better life than being sleeping beauties in a bed of tissue inside a trunk. — Suzy Menkes

traveling - it gives you home in thousand strange places, then leaves you a stranger in your own land. — Ibn Battuta

The doctrine that 'human rights' are superior to 'property rights' simply means that some human beings have the right to make property out of others. — Ayn Rand

Perhaps the most powerful thing Christians can do to communicate to a skeptical world is to live fulfilled lives, exhibiting proof that Jesus' way truly leads to a life most abundant and most thirst-satisfying. — Philip Yancey

A career is a wonderful thing, but you can't snuggle up to it at night. — Marilyn Monroe

I loved when my dad was home. He liked to sit in the living room and watch boxing and baseball on TV. Or he'd be tinkering around or listening to records by his musician buddies - George Shearing, Oscar Peterson and the Jackie Gleason Orchestra. — Natalie Cole

It's never too soon, nor too late, to follow your passion. — Shann Vander Leek

Progress has not brought about universal happiness ... — Adam Leith Gollner

The kiss, dear maid ! thy lip has left

Shall never part from mine,

Till happier hours restore the gift

Untainted back to thine.


Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,

An equal love may see:

The tear that from thine eyelid streams

Can weep no change in me.


I ask no pledge to make me blest

In gazing when alone;

Nor one memorial for a breast,

Whose thoughts are all thine own.


Nor need I write --- to tell the tale

My pen were doubly weak:

Oh ! what can idle words avail,

Unless the heart could speak ?


By day or night, in weal or woe,

That heart, no longer free,

Must bear the love it cannot show,

And silent ache for thee. — George Gordon Byron