Sligar Mechanical Muskogee Quotes & Sayings

I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they look delicate but aren't, really. From a single postcard she sent me when traveling with her family two summers ago. I remember what my name looks like in her handwriting. — Adi Alsaid

20 minutes AMRAP (run bias): 400-m run 15 sit-ups 25 air squats — T.J. Murphy

I feel like those people who say they can bungee jump, but when they're actually standing on the bridge, the reality of the situation hits them in the face." "Yeah, never bungee jump. Reality isn't the only thing that hits you in the face. — Darynda Jones

Jim Leighton is looking a sharp as a tank — Barry Davies

I think photography is closest to writing, not painting. It's closest to writing because you are using this machine to convey an idea. The image shouldn't need a caption; it should already convey an idea. — Mary Ellen Mark

Maybe we're born lost, born to persevere — Gordon Downie

There it was. There was no sense of him, or her, as I had thought there might be - but there was certainly a sense of Someone. I wondered whether perhaps babies had no gender - physical characteristics aside - until birth, when the act of exposure to the outside world set them forever as one or the other. — Diana Gabaldon

The Church is that one wherein the true word of God is preached, which Christ left to His Apostles, which the same Church hath always observed, the doctors preached, and Martyrs and confessors witnessed. This is the Church I believe to be true. — Margaret Clitherow

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.'
'Why are you saying that?'
'She might need permission to die, Cal.'
'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission. — Jenny Downham

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him. — Jodi Picoult

Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth,
Man's resurrection, and the future's bud
Shroud in their births. — Henry Vaughan