Schrecengost House Quotes & Sayings

The more unlived your life, the greater your death anxiety. The more you fail to experience your life fully, the more you will fear death. — Irvin D. Yalom

It really does seem that the Democrat's problem isn't that they're calling for timetables - it's that they're calling them 'timetables'. You're up against Bush and the Republicans - you've got to bring some zing. Don't call them timetables - call them 'Patriot Dates', 'Freedom Deadlines' ... 'Glory Goals'. — Jon Stewart

Trickster, love will be the end of you. — Michael Buckley

If you want to be loved by everyone, don't go into politics. — Teresa Heinz

What's more likely? That the writer of the tale we read last night was inspired by a rock that just happened to be shaped like a giant head, or that this head-shaped rock was really a giant? — Ransom Riggs

If you love someone, if you think you could make them happy for the rest of your life together, then nothing should stop you. You should be prepared to take them as they are and deal with the consequences. Relationships aren't neat and clean - they're ugly and messy, and they make almost no sense except to the two people in them. If you truly love someone, you accept the circumstances, you don't hide behind them — Taylor Jenkins Reid

James Cagney, Steve McQueen, I loved all those guys. I grew up loving the movies but had no desire to be in them. — Mark Wahlberg

If you make Josh's dumb white- chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it's over. — Jenny Han

At last we are in it up to our necks, and everything is changed, even your outlook on life. — Ernie Pyle

We expect to see the day when temples will dot the earth, each one a house of the Lord. — Bruce R. McConkie

From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me. — Jorge Luis Borges

The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London — John Masefield

The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried. — Aldous Huxley