Wheelan Pressly Obituaries Quotes & Sayings

Thinking of getting into the leg-breaking business, so I can profitably sell crutches later. — Anthony Bourdain

We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom. — Ray Bradbury

We are born to talk to other people, ... we are born to be sociable and to sit together with others in the shade of the acacia tree and talk about things that happened the day before. We were not born to sit in kitchens by ourselves, with nobody to chat to. Mma Ramotswe — Alexander McCall Smith

What we can be positive about is what we have just said, namely that they must be given the right education, whatever that may be, as the surest way to make them behave humanely to each other and the subjects in their charge. — Plato

He had an easy manner and an honest smile. He seemed an earnest man. I did not like him. — Patrick Rothfuss

Anxiety is not fear, being afraid of this or that definite object, but the uncanny feeling of being afraid of nothing at all. It is precisely Nothingness that makes itself present and felt as the object of our dread. — William Barrett

Briony's ladies-in-waiting kept their distance, as though their mistress had some illness which might spread - and indeed she did, Briony thought, because unhappiness was ambitious. — Tad Williams

If there was one thing she found more tedious than thinking about politics it was talking about politics. — Kate Atkinson

It's a funny thing, because I think that my mother and I may finally be speaking the same language. But somehow, now words don't seem as necessary — Gayle Forman

Wall Street is greedy, reckless and they operate illegally. That's fine. But what do you do? — Bernie Sanders

Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet over-powering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever." Then she had thrown herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes, leaving me trembling. — J. Sheridan Le Fanu