Salvesen Homes Quotes & Sayings

My gosh," I said, "another human being."
"You'll never know how human," she said.
"Maybe I will," I said. "I could try."
I did try, and I do try, and I give you the toast of a happy man: May the warm springs of the girl pool never run dry.
"Girl Pool — Kurt Vonnegut

You definitely have to do other things when you know your shot isn't falling. You can't just depend on knocking down the three-ball. — Chris Copeland

Now it is time that we are going, I to die and you to live; but which of us has the happier prospect is unknown to anyone but God — Socrates

They call him the Streak, he likes to turn the other cheek. He's always making the news, wearing just his tennis shoes. — Ray Stevens

He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm - like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet. — Stephenie Meyer

They say I look like a different ethnicity, and nobody's been recognizing me. — Kim Kardashian

America puts killers on the cover of 'TIME' magazine, giving them as much notoriety as our favorite movie stars. — Marilyn Manson

People tell themselves there's plenty of time to do it all, but most of the time they never see death coming. — Denise Grover Swank

The unions might be good for the people who are in the unions but it doesn't do a thing for the people who are unemployed. Because the union keeps down the number of jobs, it doesn't do a thing for them. — Milton Friedman

I like to write short stories more because I never met a writer who wasn't lazy. And a short story is, by its very definition, short. It is something that generally you can turn out in a week to two weeks depending on how well it goes for you. But, at the same time, it gives the same satisfaction of creating a complete world. — Stephen King

Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
And East and West the wanderlust that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-by!
For the seas call and the stars call, and oh, the call of the sky!

I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,
But man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide a star;
And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,
For the river calls and the road calls, and oh, the call of a bird!

Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away;
And come I may, but go I must, and if men ask you why,
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky! — Gerald Gould