Strauther Family Medicine Quotes & Sayings

When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac. — Bruce Springsteen

As much goodwill may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many. — Charlotte Bronte

Someone suddenly had direct, unabashed access to my heart. — Beth Moore

Lobe has not an end nor a beging, it does have ups and downs, but there will come a time where it seems that time stops and revolves around one person who you fall head over heals for you find there is peace and tranquility in the world. — Elizabeth Price

Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses. — George Eliot

When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again." ~Albert Einstein — R.K. Lilley

We might as well face it: Death is a bore. It is even harder on the survivors than on the deceased, who at least don't have to worry about when to sit and when to stand, or when to permit a pale smile and when to glance tragically away. — Alan Bradley

I don't have to act for work anymore; I can act for passion. That's freeing, but it's also a prison of its own. When you can do anything you want, you're really responsible to do something great. And that's scary. — Ashton Kutcher

I wasn't good at sports and I needed a way to make girls like me. — John Rzeznik

History's lesson is to make the most of reform opportunities when they arise because they do not arise often and they do not last long. — Christopher Bond

What is with this campy fixation on all things Ronald Reagan? They talk about him the way gay people talk about Barbra Streisand. I think they just want him on a stamp so they can lick his ass. I think they only named an airport after him so they can say, I'm coming into Reagan! — Bill Maher

Dreams, hopes, imagination, and enthusiasm are the driving forces of life. — Debasish Mridha

Pure, white rock 'n' roll, with no blues influence. — Johnny Ramone

Is it not better to live in dreams and realize it than to live in reality and forget to dream? — Debasish Mridha

I remember that day very clearly: I had received a phone call. A friend had been in an accident. Perhaps she would not live. She had very little face, and her spine was broken in two places. She had not yet moved; the doctor described her as "a pebble in water." I walked around Brooklyn and noticed that the faded peri-winkle of the abandoned Mobil gas station on the corner was suddenly blooming. In the baby-shit yellow showers at my gym, where snow sometimes fluttered in through the cracked gated windows, I noticed that the yellow paint was peeling in spots, and a decent, industrial blue was trying to creep in. At the bottom of the swimming pool, I watched the white winter light spangle the cloudy blue and I knew together they made God. When I walked into my friend's hospital room, her eyes were a piercing, pale blue and the only part of her body that could move. I was scared. So was she. The blue was beating. — Maggie Nelson