Thibeault Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Blindness is a choice born of fear, nursed by complacency and groomed by comfort. And what I often don't see in my blindness is that 'choice' evidences the existence of other options. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

If I could have anyone or anything, it'd be you. — Kit Rocha

Continuity does not rule out fresh approaches to fresh situations. — Dean Rusk

You can act truthfully or you can lie. You can reveal things about yourself or you can hide. Therefore, the audience recognizes something about themselves or they don't
You hope they don't leave the theatre thinking that was nice ... now where's the cab?' — Alan Rickman

an aching hollowness in the bosom, a dark cold speck at the heart, an obscure and boding sense of something that must be kept out of sight of the conscience; — Lionel Fisher

I'm in L.A., I'm in my early 20s, and I'm like, 'There are so many pretty girls here! Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on!' — Charlie Puth

I hated the quiet. I could hear my fears that much louder for it. — Alwyn Hamilton

As much as we complain about it, though, there's part of us that is drawn to a hurried life. It makes us feel important. It keeps the adrenaline pumping. It means I don't have to look too closely at my heart or life. It keeps us from feeling our loneliness. — John Ortberg

I had a compulsion to do it. — Ed Gein

The weaker mind reacts. — Toba Beta

Growth is the process of responding positively to change. — Paul Harvey

That's my town,' Joaquin said. 'What a fine town, but how the buena gente, the good people of that town, have suffered in this war.' Then, his face grave, 'There they shot my father. My mother. My brother-in-law and now my sister.' 'What barbarians,' Robert Jordan said. How many times had he heard this? How many times had he watched people say it with difficulty? How many times had he seen their eyes fill and their throats harden with the difficulty of saying my father, or my brother, or my mother, or my sister? He could not remember how many times he heard them mention their dead in this way. Nearly always they spoke as this boy did now; suddenly and apropos of the mention of the town and always you said, 'What barbarians. — Ernest Hemingway,