Tidmore Jr Quotes & Sayings

Assault weapons pose a grave threat to all Americans, but most especially to law enforcement officers on our city streets. — Dianne Feinstein

He who lives not in reference
to eternity, lives not at all. — Adam Clarke

[ ... ] as I have seen with other people whose sense of their work is vocational rather than pragmatic, my desire to write, to understand things at a depth I can reach in no other way, pushes me to write and go on writing, even when my wants - for an easier or more sociable life, or one less exposed and fraught - are certainly well known to my rational mind. p.293 — Stephanie Dowrick

We pursue God because, and only because, He has first put an urge within us that spurs us to the pursuit. "No man can come to me," said our Lord, "except the Father which hath sent me draw him," and it is by this very prevenient drawing that God takes from us every vestige of credit for the act of coming. — A.W. Tozer

I survived because I was tougher than anybody else. — Bette Davis

I'm only the messenger. — Aden Young

My maternal grandmother - she was a compulsive reader. She had only been through five grades of elementary school, but she was a member of the municipal library, and she brought home two or three books a week for me. They could be dime novels or Balzac. — Umberto Eco

Free voluntary reading results in better reading comprehension, writing style, vocabulary, spelling, and grammatical development — Stephen D. Krashen

schmoozes the customers, brings light and warmth to the — Cynthia Harrod-Eagles

I'm a very fortunate man. I have in life everything I could dream of. — Jose Carreras

Oh my God! Stop eating that!"
"Your trail mix tastes funny," Trevor said with a cringe.
"That wasn't trail mix, you bastard! That was potpourri!"
"Well, that explains a lot," he said, giving her a sheepish smile as he returned the large wooden bowl back to the side table. She didn't need to look to know that he'd already eaten half the bowl of potpourri. She didn't even bother asking him what the hell was wrong with him since she knew the answer.
The man was a Bradford.
Enough said. — R.L. Mathewson