Tousignant Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Greenfly, it's difficult to see Why God, who made the rose, made thee. — A.P. Herbert

It gets like this in Liverpool when you're on the ferry and the sun reflects off the Mersey. — John Aldridge

The most important educational vehicle in all life is a parent figure. — Bill Cosby

They deserve better. — Alexander Freed

There are many people like me who believe firmly, if somewhat incoherently, that pockets on this planet are filled with what humans have left behind them, both good and evil, and that any such spiritual accumulation can stay there forever, past definition of such a stern word. — M.F.K. Fisher

In my own upbringing, my family lacked the ability to provide a stable, nurturing environment. — Ronnie Musgrove

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return. — Cormac McCarthy

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling. — Blaise Pascal

I'm a highly flawed individual, as we all are, and because I was raised by Jesuits, I'm constantly, 'What is it about me and what I can do to be better?' — Michael Moore

The big winners under the American fiscal system are the rich, who pay some of the lowest taxes anywhere in the world; the old, who are the main beneficiaries of the American social service state; farmers, rural people. These are Republican constituencies. — David Frum

And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn't see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn't care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn't believe there was anything they could do, not knowing - or not wanting to know - that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. Where there is nothing, Peter Walsh said to himself; feeling hollowed out, utterly empty within. Clarissa refused me, he thought. He stood there thinking, Clarissa refused me. — Virginia Woolf