Tandog Funeral Homes Quotes & Sayings

A sickness known as hate; not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ - but a sickness nonetheless, highly contagious, deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone - look for it in a mirror. Look for it before the light goes out altogether. — Rod Serling

Oh, lovely world,' thought Sarah, in love with life and all its varied richness. — Winifred Holtby

Read Demosthenes or Cicero, read Plato, Aristotle, or any other of that class: you will, I admit, feel wonderfully allured, pleased, moved, enchanted; but turn from them to the reading of the Sacred Volume, and whether you will or not, it will so affect you, so pierce your heart, so work its way into your very marrow, that, in comparison of the impression so produced, that of orators and philosophers will almost disappear; making it manifest that in the Sacred Volume there is a truth divine, a something which makes it immeasurably superior to all the gifts and graces attainable by man. Section — John Calvin

I'd give you the moon right now. — Rainbow Rowell

Cinderheart gasped. Then her pelt smoothed. She lifted her chin. "Then I choose the life of a warrior." Her blue eyes shone. "And I choose you. — Erin Hunter

I think maybe miracles are something everybody has to find out about for themselves. Telling them about it doesn't make them believe. It just makes them think you're crazy as a bessie bug. — Jenny Wingfield

They must be real people. And this means that every word in every line of speech must be accurate and full of some kind of meaning which stretches not only forward in the book but stems from before in the book. — John Steinbeck

My personal taxes are 53% of my taxable income. That's 36% on the federal level and 17% for state and local. — Stephen A. Schwarzman

Most of the church landscape in my lifetime has been heavily invested in trying to do something for Jerry or Sherri or some other icon of unchurchness. The problem is that they have been only about themselves from the moment they could wail for their mothers, and the decision to give them at church what they can find in any self-help book appears now as a choice to abandon the One in whose honor the church gathers. What they need is to be set free from themselves with finality and to be lost in the awesome wonder of the manifest presence of God. It was never God's desire that He would sit on the sideline and watch us frantically devise impressive ways to reach people or simply hold the line on orthodoxy as though faithfulness can exist in a vacuum apart from fruitfulness. God is the Matter of first importance! Can you say that about your current weekly encounter with church? — James MacDonald

I am a star at rest, my daughter," answered Ramandu. "When I set for the last time, decrepit and old beyond all that you can reckon, I was carried to this island. I am not so old now as I was then. Every morning a bird brings me a fire-berry from the valleys in the Sun, and each fire-berry takes away a little of my age. And when I have become as young as the child that was born yesterday, then I shall take my rising again (for we are at earth's eastern rim) and once more tread the great dance." "In our world," said Eustace, "a star is a huge ball of flaming gas." "Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what it is made of. And in — C.S. Lewis

John Wayne treated me fine, but that macho stuff turns me off. It's not real. — Tab Hunter

LIFE IS STRANGE"
"Strange, life is strange, life is strange,
Oh life is strange.
O god, life is strange,
People come and people go,
Some move fast and some move slow,
No, no, no, no, no.
O god, life is good,
Some are fat and some are thin,
Some don't even ask you how you've been,
No, no, no, no, no.
Strange, life is strange, life is strange.
Oh life is strange.
O god, life is strange,
Some are fast and some are slow,
Some believe, me don't even know,
No, no, no, no, no.
Strange life is strange, life is strange.
Oh my life is strange — Marc Bolan

If you lay one hand on Simon, vampire, I'll have you chopped up into tiny pieces and fed to my cat. Understand? — Cassandra Clare