Smanos Inc Quotes & Sayings

Gabriel glanced down. "Seriously, Tristan? You drive around with a trunk full of weapons?"
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Because I'm the family bad guy. — Chelsea Fine

Celery, raw,
Develops the jaw — Ogden Nash

Like her mother Lauren used to say, books were solid proof that ordinary people were capable of creating magic. — Melissa Hill

Maybe it's a kind of freedom too. To stay home. — Peter Ho Davies

The family came in to select the arrangements they wanted. The woman whose husband had died was struggling dearly to keep her voice intact long enough to place the order. It wasn't long before she broke down.
Wendy didn't say a word. She moved from behind the counter to find a chair for the woman. She eased her into it. She sat beside her and let her cry. Quiet, not speaking. She brought tissues when the moment asked for it.
The woman's crying slowly came to a stop. She wiped her eyes, and she looked at Wendy. And she smiled. Just a little one. And she said, "Thank you. — Christian Millman

If you walk in joy, happiness is close behind. — Todd Stocker

Let us put our hands today again at (God's) disposition and pray that he takes our hands to guide us. Let his hand take ours so we won't sink, but will serve life which is stronger than death, and love which is stronger than hatred. — Pope Benedict XVI

Strip the veneer, and the world had moved only a couple of steps from the cave. — Ian Rankin

the road is life — Jack Kerouac

As popular culture becomes more presentist, we move away from entertainment as the vicarious experience of a narrative - as watching someone else's story - and much more toward enacting one's own story. Moving away from myths and toward fantasy role-playing games, away from movies and toward videogames. — Douglas Rushkoff

I remember Christian teachers telling me long ago that I must hate a bad man's actions but not hate the bad man: or, as they would say, hate the sin but not the sinner ... I used to think this a silly, straw-splitting distinction: how could you hate what a man did and not hate the man? But years later it occurred to me that there was one man to whom I had been doing this all my life
namely myself. However much I might dislike my own cowardice or conceit or greed, I went on loving myself. There had never been the slightest difficulty about it. In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the man. Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things. — C.S. Lewis

My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity. — Mary Elizabeth Braddon