Strafaci Caddy Quotes & Sayings

I grabbed Sabine's shoulder. If you stick me again, I'm going to make your head my personal pin cushion. — Andrea Cremer

Reason is an action of the mind; knowledge is a possession of the mind; but faith is an attitude of the person. It means you are prepared to stake yourself on something being so. — Michael Ramsey

Any talk of 'craft' makes me laugh. My music looks outward; it does not gaze upon itself in admiration. Artisanal is for cheesemakers. I don't know anything about music theory. Every time I approach my guitar, it's like the first time. There's no craft in that. — Bill Callahan

It is a mistake to restrict oneself in one's pleasures,' Ross said. 'One should never risk being thought a Puritan. — Winston Graham

God, I hate it when people even say there are types, like people come in flavors. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Religion idolizes concepts and avoids personal experience. — Bill Johnson

Even if you're drawing a cartoon and exaggerating, you want to capture something true about the person. — David Horsey

Anything of a serious nature isn't "instant" - you can't "do" the Sistine Chapel in one hour. And who has time to listen to a Mahler symphony, for God's sake? — Jonathan Cott

St John of the Cross once wrote: "In the evening of our life, we shall be judged by our loving. — James Runcie

My father was a very funny man, and one of my strongest recollections is hearing him laugh. He didn't like people who had no sense of humour. — Mike Myers

I slid a hand down the rail to cover hers.
It was a simple gesture, but it was easily the greatest decision I'd ever made.
That one touched destroyed a wall.
I wasn't even sure whose wall it had been to begin with - hers or mine. But I would have spent my entire life tearing it down if I could have only predicted what was on the other side. — Aly Martinez

Thou shalt not answer questionnaires Or quizzes upon world affairs, Nor with compliance Take any test. Thou shalt not sit with statisticians nor commit A social science. — W. H. Auden

And when he ran the blades over her she felt light as a feather, floating happily into that place where pain and pleasure walked hand in hand, fully clear and conscious and she looked out to the darkness that lay outside of their artificial day. All too soon it was gone, her vision dimming and her breaths evening as she found somewhere darker which centred around the golden light of her Master's voice as he spoke to her. — Astrid Knowles

People say everybody has a book inside them, so why not make your life a great story? — Martha Louise Hunter