Twiford Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

I think Ray might have wanted a son. One night when I was seven or eight I announced to my family that I wanted to play hockey with the boys on Friday nights and Ray became just a little too eager. Okay he shouted. All right We have to get you a stick We have to get tape I'll be waiting in the car — Miriam Toews

Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none so sweet as friendship; as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at the same time, full of refreshment for sense and for soul. — Lucy Larcom

Whether we sleep or wake, the vast machinery of the universe still goes on. — Thomas Paine

She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was ... "It's gotten so ... huge"
Butch barked out a laugh. "You say the nicest things. — J.R. Ward

There is not one thing that's Beatle music. How can they talk about it like that? What is Beatle music? Walrus or Penny Lane? Which? It's too diverse: I Want to Hold Your Hand or Revolution Number Nine? — John Lennon

It is painful to comprehend how the mind becomes fixed little by little as time goes by. The mind is the executioner of reality, the slayer of the true; the mind is the destroyer of love. — Samael Aun Weor

Father, I am hungry; for the love of God give this soul her food, her Lord in the Eucharist — St. Catherine Of Siena

Observe your actions but be so busy that you never contemplate their possible effects. It is only this consciousness that leads to liberation. Everything else is illusion. — Frederick Lenz

and although her mother and father come to church every Sunday, and give liberally to charities, their little girl is not taught to find happiness by thinking of others rather than of herself, and so that poor little self of hers often feels as much neglected as Maggie Horn ever did. — Amy Ella Blanchard

Gather up your courage like an armful of free clothes at a McQueen sample sale and follow your inner voice wherever it takes you. — Kelly Cutrone

I like to be alone. Also, I drift, perhaps. When in a crowd, nothing seems to be worth while, and one is an ant in a hurrying mass. Alone, thoughts come with force. They strike one as bluntly as seen things impress themselves. — Charles J. Finger