Rundus Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

Never underestimate the role pretension plays when it comes to creating euphemistic language. — George Carlin

Understanding that yes, we are committing more resources than we thought we might be in protecting our homeland and prosecuting a war and so it's understandable that we would be going through a period of deficits. — Donald Evans

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty. — Rumi

Don't be afraid to be who you are, no matter who that person might be. — Mandy Hale

When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. (But don't you worry. — Tom Lehrer

I reframed the situation — Norman Ollestad

I personally think skateboarding is harder because it has so many moving parts. With snowboarding, your feet are strapped to your board. — Shaun White

But even before that, in 1980 I went so far as to write a book about what had happened. And I wrote all about the bank robbery, I went ahead and printed it even though I had no use immunity for it. — Patty Hearst

Fight them," he said. "I'll fight them until I die." But — Ernest Hemingway,

At some fundamental level, religion does not allow for compromise. It insists on the impossible. If God has spoken, then followers are expected to live up to God's edicts, regardless of the consequences. To base one's life on such uncompromising commitments may be sublime; to base our policy making on such commitments would be a dangerous thing. — Barack Obama

Vancouver is home. I spent a huge amount of time here as a kid growing up with my mom, with my grandparents who lived here. — Justin Trudeau

The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours os sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers. She felt that she looked out, not up, into the spacious universe, she knew the names of every bright star and all the constellations, and (although she could not see them) she was familiar with the vast billowing nebulae in which one filament of a wild and shaken mane carried in its trail a hundred million worlds. In a delirium of comets, suns, and pulsating stars, she let her eyes fill with the humming, crackling, hissing light of the galaxy's edge, a perpetual twilight, a gray dawn in one of heaven's many galleries. — Mark Helprin