Tomaszewski Md Quotes & Sayings

So, no, I'm not trying to crack into Hollywood, although I'll make films there if they're good scripts. — Ewan McGregor

Sitting beside a young woman who in the dawn seemed so lovely, soothed and spellbound in these magical surroundings - the sea, mountains, clouds, the open sky - Gurov thought how in reality everything is beautiful in this world when one reflects: everything except what we think or do ourselves when we forget our human dignity and the higher aims of our existence. — Anton Chekhov

I know simply that the sky will last longer than I. — Albert Camus

Eisenhower was quite supportive of Kennedy and Johnson in terms of foreign policy. — Robert Dallek

What is wrong with guys? Half are molting; half are nothing but undergrowth. — Tom Rachman

The difference between the student and the born composer is he really hears the thing, and they have to stage it and manipulate it by technical equipment. — Leo Ornstein

Mark Hensley Jr. And Flore Barbu refuse to watch These Charming Men, a seemingly odd decision when you consider they each paid thirty dollars to attend a convention where that band was performing twice. These are the prototypical "weird white kids": Hensley appears to be auditioning for Bud Cort's role in a remake of Harold and Maude, and Barbu seems like the kind of woman who thinks Sylvia Plath was an underrated humorist. Both are wearing neckties for no apparent reason. These are the people you remember as being Smiths fans. And heaven knows they're miserable now. — Chuck Klosterman

Make me, snow-bitch," she said. "Please don't make her," said Andy. "We'll just wind up with two more hours of paperwork if Henry assaults a teammate. — Seanan McGuire

I think romantic passion is wanting a little something in return. — Oscar Isaac

The deletion of logic is through....

Love
Acceptance
Forgiveness
Compassion
Understanding
Faith in the unknown
Present Moment Living
Conscious Breathing — Matthew Donnelly

She remembers blood.
A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see everything. Near the fire, in the night, all she knows is chaos wrapped in crimson. All is death and nightmare with a single solitary dancer who smiles cruelly as he moves. He is power and darkness. He is man and beast, silver coin eyes and that face, those claws and the agony of loss.
Time stretches wide; seconds like vast eons swallow up her world. Vince is dead, his mother, his brother and her small son ripped apart and gushing as he/it moves. She is screaming, a howl of agony beyond words, primal and wordless. Still he moves, faster than air, faster than she could ever be. Blood drips from her face as she grunts, running with her lungs on fire and her last remaining hope wrapped in her arms. — Amanda M. Lyons

I still go to bed sad, and wake up sad, and it still hurts like hell, but there are moments during the day when it hurts less. Sometimes I can think of June and not want to burst into tears or put my fist through a wall. Sometimes I'm close to happy and it doesn't even hurt. Much. I'll never be the way I was before, but maybe that's okay. Life goes on, I'm going on, even without her. Not every day hurts. Not every breath hurts.
Maybe that's all we can really ask for. — Hannah Harrington

If there is a hallmark for this age, perhaps it will be our ability to take the complex findings of scientific research and apply them smoothly and effectively in our everyday lives, to better understand ourselves and to love more fully. — Stan Tatkin