Rollout Of Vaccine Quotes & Sayings

I just have to work on the apologetic side because I'm Canadian. We apologize for everything. — Amanda Crew

The banks have accounts with the Fed, much the same way that you have an account in a commercial bank. — Ben Bernanke

When I was eight, I found my best friend. Then, one day, I came home and she'd changed. During my absence, she'd become the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life and I fell in love with her so completely that the very idea of ever being without her became an impossibility I couldn't stand. That same girl has always been the only one to ever hold my heart in her hands. She's the only one who can both build me and destroy me if she wishes and I wouldn't change that for anything. I can't live without her." ~ Isaiah — Airicka Phoenix

We live and breathe words. — Cassandra Clare

To have a simple, untroubled faith, you must keep your spiritual innocence. That requires avoiding cynicism and criticism. This is the day of the cynics, the critics, and the pickle-suckers. Criticism is the forerunner of divorce, the cultivator of rebellion, sometimes a catalyst that leads to failure. In the Church, it sows the seed of inactivity and finally apostasy. — Gordon B. Hinckley

I've started to feel very odd within my own life. It's most peculiar to feel lonely inside your own life. — Jackie Kay

One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse. — Steve Winwood

I mean, you tell me I got a magic button up my ass that'll make me come my brains out, of course I'm curious. But I'm never gonna go there, because gross. — Amy Jo Cousins

Solemnity is a device of the body to hide the faults of the mind. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Truth will allow you to keep your eyes on the road and never have to look back to see if the lie you told is following you. — Kassi Pontious

It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough,
eventually
you will be able to see me.) — Margaret Atwood