Pinnacle Propane Quotes & Sayings

My first glimpse of you was not in truth the first. The hour in which our hearts met confirmed in me the belief in Eternity and in the immortality of the Soul. — Kahlil Gibran

You are poised to be the most perfect creature I have ever encountered, under God, and the affection that I feel for you cannot be measured on Earth — Amy A. Bartol

Get them out. Please stop. — Michelle Hodkin

Objectivity is almost a choice you make. As a burlesque performer, I didn't choose to be objectified. — Esme Bianco

I'm a terrific mimic, and you can feel my funny bone. — Madhur Bhandarkar

Tom Clark was born in 1941. He is married and has one daughter, stands 6'1" and weights 160 lbs., has blue eyes and brown hair, type O blood, no distinguishing marks or features. — Tom Clark

This was the first Memorial Day [Monday, May 1st, 1865]. African Americans invented Memorial Day in Charleston, South Carolina. What you have there is Black Americans recently freed from slavery announcing to the world with their flowers, their feet, and their songs what the war had been about. What they basically were creating was the Independence Day of a Second American Revolution. — David W. Blight

University's like this little world, a bubble of time separate from everything before and everything after. — Mhairi McFarlane

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends.
You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it. — Cesare Pavese

The only thing on my mind now is getting that World Series ring. — Gary Carter

Imagine. Freedom. Always. — Edward Rutherfurd

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper. — Amanda Hocking

...there's a great deal which I don't understand
in people. In a human being everything should be beautiful: the face, the clothes, the soul, the thoughts. . . .Often I see a beautiful face and clothes, so beautiful that my head gets giddy with rapture; but as for the soul and thoughts,
my God! In a beautiful outside there's sometimes hidden such a black soul that no whitening can rub it off... — Anton Chekhov

Love is for fools. It is a surging of blood in the loins ... there is no mystery, and no magic. Find someone else, my boy. — David Gemmell