Proximally Card Quotes & Sayings

And nails done, right after she visited the school nurse, — Rachel Renee Russell

When you're in a family, it's not clear where one person's story begins and another person's story ends" -Autumn — Claudia Mills

We get a lot of overseas people wanting to order cakes. — Jane Asher

We folded up newspapers and made them into boats. We'd see whose would float the longest before it got bogged down, soggy, and sank. My father gave us a few pennies each day, which we'd toss and try to land on rocks.We'd wade in and get them again and again.Then we'd flip them in one final time to make a wish. Bliss and I could keep ourselves entertained for hours, but of course we became more and more aware that the whole forest was right there -- waiting for us to explore.
We didn't go far at first, not beyond where we could hear Mom call for us from the back door of the barn, but it gave us a whole new playground. We found a fallen log that we walked like a plank. There was a tree with a low straight branch that we could dangle and swing from. We gathered pine cones and tossed and batted them with twigs. — Riel Nason

I have 17 full-time archivists working for me who put away in books all the diversity of artwork I do, from drawing to etching to monotypes to prints to lithographs. — Peter Max

I've left Boro in the Premiership, which was always what I wanted to do. Actually that's not quite true. I took them to three cup finals, where they'd never been before. But I had set my eyes on being the first manager in their history to deliver a major trophy. — Bryan Robson

I bet you feel uncomfortable right now. You know, so do I. It's hard to talk about this stuff without offending people, or feeling offended. — Jodi Picoult

You look nice in those old slacks, but in the raw you are Beauty herself. — Kenneth Patchen

Speechless?" asked Erec. "Don't be ashamed. I bring all ladies to that state sooner or later."
"Too bad for you," she said, "I'm not a lady. — Rosamund Hodge

The poetical tendency of the present and of the preceding century has been divided in a manner singularly curious. One loud and conspicuous faction of bards, giving way to the corrupt influences of a decaying general culture, seems to have abandoned all the properties of versification and reason in its mad scramble after sensational novelty; whilst the other and quieter school constituting a more logical evolution from the poesy of the Georgian period, demands an accuracy of rhyme and metre unknown even to the polished artists of the age of Pope. — H.P. Lovecraft

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you. — Paul Simon