Schleibaum Obituary Quotes & Sayings

She would read a book hundreds of times, carrying it with her until the pages were torn and the covers were falling off, then she'd paste the covers to the ceiling where she could stare at them, like remembering a good dream. — Sarah Addison Allen

Effort is not a means to lead us to happiness. Effort itself is happiness — Leo Tolstoy

The first and pivotal negotiations over global access to AIDS drugs began in Geneva in 1991. They lasted two years, but confidential minutes suggest they were doomed the first day. — Barton Gellman

I'm ruined for you - and I won't ever be the same. It's the greatest gift anyone's ever given me. — Rachel Van Dyken

Evil is inevitable,' Reuben quoted, 'in the course of a creation which develops with time. — Rice Anne

There are actors I have very strong chemical responses to, and I strive always to figure out ways to work with them and get them to sing my stuff. — Jason Robert Brown

If you're a director, your entire livelihood and your entire creativity is based on your self-confidence. Sometimes that's dangerously close to arrogance. — Trevor Nunn

The mountain represents your purpose in life. You and your people will enjoy the greatest success and satisfaction if you relentlessly pursue your purpose. — Paul G. Stoltz

He was like a sponge, erasing the past, soaking up the future. — Sidney Sheldon

Some people who know me might say, 'He's not a great example of a nice person; he's a malicious, tough and ruthless guy.' But when the day is done, as long as I've held to my values and been true to my family and my God, it won't matter what anyone else thinks. — Dave Checketts

The greatest power of freedom is to overcome hatred and violence, and turn the creative gifts of men and women to the pursuits of peace. — George W. Bush

A memory rises: Etienne was in a field east of the city with his brother. It was the summer when fireflies showed up in Saint-Malo, and their father was very excited, building long-handled nets for the boys and giving them jars with wire to fasten over the tops, and Etienne and Henri raced through the tall grass as the fireflies floated away from them, illuming on and off, always seeming to rise just beyond their reach, as if the earth were smoldering and these were sparks that their footfalls had prodded free. — Anthony Doerr