Scaccia Physical Therapy Quotes & Sayings

A Man can Choose what he wants to be. A Gentleman doesn't have a Choice. — M.G. Hardie

That would have been the end of it, book Z in the series, nothing left to do but mourn, or curse her into the afterlife. — Lia Habel

Followers of Christ are not called to be merely tolerant of others. We are called to love those who disagree with us. Abnormal communication - blessing those who curse us - establishes the relational level of our communication and demonstrates our concern for others. — Tim Muehlhoff

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again. — Carl Sandburg

Omar realizes that the improbable fact of their survival also carries a hint of the divine. To be alive in this hole, against all odds, speaks to Omar of the existence of a higher power with some sort of plan for these still-living men. — Hector Tobar

When our world falls apart and we have no more faces to wear - that's when it's beautiful, and that's when we change. — Jon Foreman

Try lighting your house by prayer instead of electricity and see which one works. — A.C. Grayling

In the Iraq war, for instance, so much of the information is digitized and can easily be wiped out. That will make it very hard to write accurate histories. Also, there's a much greater opportunity for suppression of information before it can even be archived. — Antony Beevor

If one were given a single window from which to look upon the changing Eastern world, it should face, I think, the road. — Freya Stark

I think my gap adds character. A while ago, on the street, a guy yelled, 'You could stick a gold through your front teeth!' Which meant I could put a £1 coin between them. But you can't. I've tried! Fifty-pence coins and 2-pence coins, yes. But not a pound. — Georgia May Jagger

They understand death, they stand there in the church under the skies that have a beginningless past and go into the never-ending future, waiting themselves for death, at the foot of the dead, in a holy temple. - I get a vision of myself and the two little boys hung up in a great endless universe with nothing overhead and nothing under bbut the Infinite Nothingness, the Enormousness of it, the dead without number in all directions of existence whether inward into the atom-worlds of your own body or outward to the universe which may only be one atom in an infinity of atom-worlds and each atom-world only a figure of speech - inward, outward, up and down, nothing but emptiness and divine majesty and silence for the two little boys and me. — Jack Kerouac