Rangefinder Golf Quotes & Sayings

All concord's born of contraries. — Ben Jonson

We must school and train ourselves to deal personally with the unconverted. We must not excuse ourselves, but force ourselves to the irksome task until it becomes easy. — Charles Spurgeon

Marriage: a hopeful, generous, infinitely kind gamble taken by two people who don't know yet who they are or who the other might be, binding themselves to a future they cannot conceive of and have carefully omitted to investigate. — Alain De Botton

No rage, no hate, no love, no past. Just now. — Susan Dennard

I'd like to help other kids with dyslexia, because I'm dyslexic. It was very hard, and I know that what I went through, other kids are going through. — Bella Thorne

So that is what history is, people and places that disappear, or are beheaded, or get damaged or nearly do, and things and places and people that get tortured and burned and so on. But this does not mean that history is not the unseen things as well. — Ali Smith

For one thing, I like to walk when I play golf. Now I don't walk the whole way, but I try not to be the driver when in a cart. — Darrell Royal

The kind of people I know now don't have barbecues, Mama. They stand up alone at nights in small rooms and eat cold weenies. My so-called friends are bums. Many of them are nothing but rats. They spread T.B. and use dirty language. They're wife-beaters and window peepers and night crawlers and dope fiends. They have running sores on the backs of their hands that never heal. They peer up from cracks in the floor with their small red eyes and wait for chances. — Charles Portis

I cry out from the ashes, burned with sin and shame. I ask you Lord to make me whole again. — Rebecca St. James

I do like any kind of project that has both comedy and drama in it because in life you don't have one day where everything is funny then the next day everything is dramatic. — Topher Grace

A picture paints a thousand words, a thousand poorly chosen words. — S.E. Toon

The grass was tall and parched, the limbs of the trees barren or else dotted with a few remaining leaves, the stragglers, bleached to the color of bone. They lifted in the breeze like waving hands, rustling like old paper. — Justin Cronin