Sorensen Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise. — Georg Buchner

An author never has a vacation. He's a walking sponge, sopping up impressions till he's saturated, then going to his desk and squeezing them out on paper. — Ben Ames Williams

On second thought, this might not be spurious. Computer science doctorates vs. Comic book sales — Tyler Vigen

The cramped atmosphere of neglect oppressed Phatik so much that he felt that he could hardly breathe. — Rabindranath Tagore

You have no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself and how little I deserve it. — William Gilbert

Don't ever die, Juan Diego had written to Brother Pepe from Iowa City. What Juan Diego meant was that HE would die if he lost Pepe. — John Irving

Irish has not so much a common formula as a common character. — Lew Bryson

So you don't think I'm crazy?" "Of course not. I mean, hey, if the injections made you nuts, then wouldn't I be nuts too?" She threw him a wan smile. "We're special." Tin hat special. "Listen, all I meant was I know you're having a tough time adjusting. I am too." "I'm — Eve Langlais

When the natural gas industry was knocking on my door, they were knocking on the door of millions of people. And that became something that Americans really needed to focus on. — Josh Fox

As soon as you tell me to do one thing, I do the opposite. As soon as someone tells me not to get any more tattoos, I have this intense fire burning inside me to cover myself with them. I don't care if it's self-destructive. I just have that need to rebel. — Megan Fox

When you're famous no one looks at you as a human anymore. You become the property of the public. There's nothing real about it. — Beyonce Knowles

Biology alone cannot provide an answer to the question that concerns us: why is woman the Other? The question is how, in her, nature has been taken on in the course of history; the question is what humanity has made of the human female. — Simone De Beauvoir

I'm chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart. Ignoring the emptiness around me, and hoping for a resurrection of love. — LeAnne Mechelle