Paggio Painting Quotes & Sayings

You might not have sealed your fate four days ago. <> I hope I did. I just want to get this over with. <> Write that down, so you'll remember to put it in the baby book. — Rainbow Rowell

Cultivate your sense of humour. On life's journey from nappy rash to denture adhesive, humour is a great pain reliever. — James Simpson

If I promised you a new car, would you say, "If it's new, it probably won't have an engine, a transmission, doors, wheels, or windows"? No, you'd never make such assumptions. Why? Because if a new car didn't have these things, it wouldn't be a car. Likewise, when Scripture speaks of a new Earth (2 Peter 3, and Revelation 21), we can expect that it will be a far better version of the old Earth, but it will truly be Earth. — Randy Alcorn

He wanted an heir, a tiny piece of immortality. — James Patterson

People in this world of superficial communication find themselves isolated and lonely and have difficult in talking about personal things that really matter to them. — Theodore Zeldin

He who bestows his goods upon the poor shall have as much again, and ten times more. — John Bunyan

Counter-knowledge covers the propagation of false legends and conspiracy theories often used for political purposes or fundamentalist religious propaganda. — Antony Beevor

The man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away — Charles Schwab

People are sheep. TV is the shepherd. — Jess C. Scott

We entered a vast, bottomless silence. I scrambled for better conversation topics. This all would have been far less stressful in the movie version of our lives. The long silences would have been edited out. — Catherine Lowell

I can see you is not born last week. — Roald Dahl

A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do its subjects, bugs and birds, cates, dogs, butterflies and people. — John Steinbeck

Excuse my wandering.
How can one be orderly with this?
It's like counting leaves in a garden,
along with the song-notes of partridges,
and crows.
Sometimes organization
and computation become absurd. — Rumi