Rechartering Of The National Bank Quotes & Sayings

If she had not found this outlet in writing, she might have grown up to be a tremendous liar. — Betty Smith

I take New Years with a grain of salt and three aspirins. — Milton Berle

That's why we have rules to begin with, Richie: because you can't trust your mind to tell you what's right and wrong. — Tana French

Whoever we may be, whatever our immediate interest, however much we carry baggage from our past, however much we have been caught by the fashion of cynicism and loss of faith in the capacity of the people, let us err today and say - nothing can stop us now! — Thabo Mbeki

Joys
Are bubble-like
what makes them bursts them too. — Philip James Bailey

Allow your heart to be so wrapped up in God that a guy has to ask for directions to get to it. — Chad Eastham

Of the three official objects of our prison system: vengeance, deterrence, and reformation of the criminal, only one is achieved; and that is the one which is nakedly abominable. — George Bernard Shaw

The experience of bliss can be the purest one of all and therefore the closest to God. — Deepak Chopra

Maybe if more of our adolescents had been brought up on fairy tales, they would (unconsciously) remain aware of the fact that their conflict is not with the adult world, or society, but really only with their parents. Further, threatening as the parent may seem at some time, it is always the child who wins out in the long — Bruno Bettelheim

You feel like an ant contemplating Chicago. — Robert Fulghum

She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass.
Do you own a briefcase? I ask her, swallowing. — Bret Easton Ellis

Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too. — William Faulkner

I'll love you to ruins. — Michelle Hodkin

You mustn't long in heaven," said Mrs. Wilkins. "You're supposed to be quite complete there. And it is heaven, isn't it, Rose? See how everything has been let in together -- the dandelions and the irises, the vulgar and the superior, me and Mrs. Fisher -- all welcome, all mixed up anyhow, and all so visibly happy and enjoying ourselves. — Elizabeth Von Arnim