Tomari International Cemetery Quotes & Sayings

Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton. — Dean Koontz

Writing has never been like therapy for me, but blogging comes a little closer - I can smack-talk freely and frequently, and this is good for me. — Kaui Hart Hemmings

I find it so easy to get distracted - I try not to do more than one thing at any one time. — Elliott Gould

Content will become more important than navigation. Content is the 'there' of navigation. It is the reason people go on the Net. — Jake Winebaum

A Society that gives to one class all the opportunities for leisure and to another all the burdens of work condemns both classes to spiritual sterility. — Lewis Mumford

There could be no doubt, so I was finally forced to decide, that the longer one dealt with them, the more one developed the habit of treating generals like members of the opposite sex; specifically, like ladies no longer young, who therefore deserve extra courtesy and attention; indeed, whose every whim must be given thought. — Anthony Powell

Memories Have A Heart That Beats Only At Night " !!.... — Yash Srivastava

You get a real person down there and his talking will take care of itself. — Flannery O'Connor

Performance standards and accountability applied to everyone. — Gary J. Byrne

Love
Embracing Tao, you become embraced.
Supple, breathing gently, you become reborn.
Clearing your vision, you become clear.
Nurturing your beloved, you become impartial.
Opening your heart, you become accepted.
Accepting the World, you embrace Tao.
Bearing and nurturing,
Creating but not owning,
Giving without demanding,
Controlling without authority,
This is love. — Lao-Tzu

Now," Clary said. "I don't want to wait. Do you?"
He didn't reply, just got up off the floor and picked his shirt. He looked at Clary, and almost smiled. "If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of them left, and I don't want them to die of excitement."
Clary got up off the bed and threw a pillow at him, mostly out of relief. She reached for her clothes and began to pull her shirt on. Just before it went over her head, she caught sight of the knife lying on the bedspread, gleaming like a fork of silvery flame. — Cassandra Clare

A common allegiance to form of expression that is identified with no single national unit is likely to prove one of the most potent symbols of the freedom of the human spirit that the world has yet known. — Edward Sapir