Ransone Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Then i don't know I remembered how he was when he was nineteen, the way he looked, running across this field to where his dad sat on a tractor, hand over his eyes, watching Wes run toward him - Chef's House — Raymond Carver

We sat around the kitchen table picking off of foil-covered plates. Conrad kept sneaking looks at me, and every time I looked back, he looked away. I'm right here, I wanted to tell him. I'm still here. — Jenny Han

What a unique opportunity to be in town. I love townies. I value it, so to speak. — Justin Vernon

In the table below we list the most common physical, cognitive, and emotional signs of a stress or trauma reaction. If — Paul Robbins

Mine is not an autonomous imagination. — Jay McInerney

Confidence is what you have before you understand the problem. — Woody Allen

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go. — Ally Condie

You can have a zillion nothings and still have nothing — Saadi

Although none of the rules for becoming more alive is valid, it is healthy to keep on formulating them. — Susan Sontag

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?" — Haruki Murakami

I have nothing against respecting people who lived before, but we have no responsibility toward them. — Leon Kass

I see something - some conjunction of forms - which dominates all others. There is a sudden recognition that in what I have been looking at there is contained a unique series of rhythms ... A shiver down the spine arrives to prove the validity of such an encounter. — Graham Sutherland

I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema. — Tatum O'Neal

Right now, baby girl, we have each other. But I want more. I know I don't have to prove anything to you. I know I don't. But I want this union, this bond, this marriage of you and I. I want to show you how devoted I am to you. I need you beside me. You allow me to live, to breath, and to survive. I am not afraid to admit it. I want you to be mine for all of what is forever. Again, will you be my wife?" he asked as his wet eyes sparkled. — Scott Hildreth

I watched the first shoots
like wings tearing the soil, and it was my heart
broken by the blight, the black spot so quickly
multiplying in the rows. I doubt
you have a heart, in our understanding of
that term. You who do not discriminate
between the dead and the living, who are, in consequence,
immune to foreshadowing ... — Louise Gluck