Quotes & Sayings About Passing Away Of Grandmother

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand — Alice Sebold

It's my job."
"Then thanks for showing up at work today. — Shannon K. Butcher

He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end. — Ian McEwan

The disillusionment with our own abilities is, perhaps, one of the most important things that can ever happen to us. — Tim Hansel

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster. — Kristin Cashore

I looked him up and down. Once before I'd seen Jericho Barrons wearing jeans and a T-shirt. It's like sheet-metaling a W16 Bugatti Veyron engine - all 1,001 horsepower of it - with the body of a '65 Shelby. The height of sophisticated power sporting in-your-face, fuck-you muscle. The effect is disturbing.
He had more tattoos now than he'd had a few days ago.when I'd last seen him wearing nothing but a sheen of sweat, his arms were unmarked. They were now sleeved in intricate crimson and black designs, from bicep to hand. A silver cuff gleamed in his wrist. There were chains on his boots.
"Slumming, huh?" I'd said
You should talk, said those dark eyes, as they swept my black leather ensemble. — Karen Marie Moning

The only loss is the love did not express. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The organ has a mind of its own, disregarding what might be unhealthy for you. Once it's been jolted by that spark, awakened by that all-consuming flame, it plays the dirtiest game of all. With each curious beat of wanting to touch, taste, and feel love, the heart routes all logical thoughts from your brain, siphoning them out of that sucker like a thief, spitting them back out onto a highway piled high with nothing but bloody wreckage. — Gail McHugh

The memoirist, like the poet and the novelist, must engage the world, because engagement makes experience, experience makes wisdom, and finally it's the wisdom-or rather the movement toward it-that counts. — Vivian Gornick

The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors
- the metronome to which he beat
[was she]. — Coco J. Ginger

If we are to believe anything, we must get used to disagreeing with lots of other people. — Dale C. Allison Jr.

My favorite artists always documented emotion. Marvin Gaye and Al Green and Sade and Aaliyah. — Drake