Tguard Coupon Quotes & Sayings

God has never ceased to be the one true aim of all right human aspirations. — Alexandre Vinet

It seems unlikely that so much literature
could be made from twenty-six letters.
Doesn't it seem it could all be boiled
down to one sentence? — Brenda Shaughnessy

I learned Tae Kwon Do and gymnastics and I have a trainer. — Ashley Scott

Always be truthful and you will have fewer visits from regret, guilt or fear. — Suzy Kassem

If there is one thing I have learned, from loving Jessamine and even from the evil tasks you have made me do, it is that all forms of life are worthy of compassion. — Maryrose Wood

We are before one gaze and His is the only one that counts. — Dana Candler

I'm just an actor, but if the extra part of it is that I'm helping people or people are being helped by the virtue of what we're doing, then that's just a really nice added extra. — Christopher Meloni

My love is unconditional. Your action is irrelevant. — Rajneesh

Keep putting out good. It will come back to you tenfold in unexpected ways. — Farrah Gray

If you want your life to get better, sometimes the best thing you can do is to help improve somebody else's life. — Joel Osteen

Lord thank you for granting us right words to speak and write at the right time. — Lailah Gifty Akita

We had a lot to do with Randy being fired. If we were to do a lot better, then it probably wouldn't have happened. — Allen Iverson

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face. — Edith Piaf

I was also one of those people who hadn't caught up with the latest social networking site. Maura belonged to most of them. She passed most evenings befriending men who had tried to date-rape her in high school, but I was still stuck in the last virtual community, a sad place to be, like Europe, say, during the Black Death. Whenever I cruised this site, with its favorites lists and its paeans to somebody's cousin's gas station art gallery, I could not help but think of medieval corpses in the spring-thaw mud, buboes sprouted in every armpit and anus, black bile curling out of frozen mouths. Those of us still cursed with life wandered the blasted dales of this stricken network, wept and moaned and flogged ourselves with frayed AC adaptors, called out for God to strike us dead, or else let us find somebody who liked similar bands. — Sam Lipsyte