Urbanek Obituary Quotes & Sayings

Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are. — Friedrich Schiller

[T]he distance Boston drivers generally maintain from the car in front of them is visible only with a good microscope. — Dan Ariely

If it makes you laugh, if it makes you cry, if it rips out your heart, that's a good picture. — Eddie Adams

Going in, you want to play a perfect season and play throughout the whole entire season, but injuries are a part of basketball. — Kyrie Irving

What I feel for you...it can be neither quantified nor defined. It is so profound, so revolutionary, that no methods to date are equipped to even measure it. A new word should be imagined just to express the depth and scope of it, because 'love' does not even come close. — Joanna Shupe

If you teach kids how to tell stories, they have a better chance at everything. — Sherman Alexie

I had a client who was a professional baseball player once, and he would go to clubs and dance for seven, eight, nine hours at a time. He wouldn't drink, he wouldn't take drugs - he just danced because he had so much physical energy; he was this amazing athlete. — Martha Beck

I want a man with nuclear power. — Carla Bruni

The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner. — Friedrich Nietzsche

The profound divergences of opinion on war and peace had been shown to know no sex. — Sylvia Pankhurst

I watched 'Fame,' and I just love the choreography. It just gives me a place to be in another zone. — John Darnielle

It's not like I just have to go to Washington and go to the White House everyday, and go to the same press conference at 10 in the morning and then be briefed at 4 in the afternoon, and then get a story on at 6. — Tabitha Soren

Sometimes our greatest gifts are right before our very eyes! — Teresa Tuten

Some of the fragments bore clear scratches, reminding him that those things had indeed taken place. The details were vivid, but the feelings had vanished without a trace. The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers. Memory was a river that had run dry long ago, leaving only scattered gravel in a lifeless riverbed. He had lived life always looking out for the next thing, and whenever he had gained, he had also lost, leaving him with little in the end. He — Liu Cixin

Only in the books written in earlier times did she sometimes think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive. — W.G. Sebald