Qualitas Medical Group Quotes & Sayings

Nothing always anything. — Marcia K. Matthews

I have never regretted erring on the side of withholding information. — Mindy Kaling

I love to be pushed so I can prove myself, because once again, I will. — Kid Rock

I am not born from a single place. My country is the whole world. — Seneca The Younger

I can't do this anymore if it's not with you. Fuck me straight to hell." ~Eve to Beckett — Debra Anastasia

If you repeat something enough, you can almost make yourself believe it. I'm — Lauren Oliver

It is commonly said that the Internet is unique in its ability to spread bad information to large numbers of people, but this is ridiculous, given that the Internet cannot begin to compete with CNN or the New York Times for this honour. — Philip E. Agre

Vera had held this body when it was moments old, had washed, fed, clothed it, and on her best days she couldn't look at her daughter without swelling with self-regard for having given birth to someone so worthy of love. Now that body had grown beyond the jurisdiction of her protection. Though it was rarely deployed in Vera's emotional vocabulary, she could think of no better word than wonder to describe the startling closeness of just standing here beside her child. Forget Lydia's poor choices. Forget the demons Vera could only guess at. The very fact Lydia was alive gave her mother the faith to believe she had done this one thing right. — Anthony Marra

When you stop needing more of everything, more of what you desire seems to arrive in your life. — Wayne Dyer

I majored in theater at San Diego State. My one eye was on football, and my other eye was on Hollywood. — Carl Weathers

You can't heal anything with sex, Deacon, — Kristen Ashley

Let there be freedom for the Indians, wherever they may be in the American Continent or elsewhere in the world, because while they are alive, a glow of hope will be alive as well as a true concept of life. — Rigoberta Menchu

It is not very comfortable to have the gift of being amused at one's own absurdity. LXXX — W. Somerset Maugham