Wingler Remodeling Quotes & Sayings

And Caitlin smiled. I Wanted to put her smile in my pocket to look at over and over — Alex Flinn

Hilmar owns many books, even by Icelandic standards. The other day, when he came home with a wheelbarrowful, his five-year-old daughter looked him in the eye and implored, "Please, Daddy, please, no more books!" Hilmar has a stock answer to those who criticize his excessive book buying. "It is never a waste of time to study how other people wasted time. — Eric Weiner

The exploration of space will go ahead, whether we join in it or not, and it is one of the great adventures of all time, and no nation which expects to be the leader of other nations can expect to stay behind in this race for space. — John F. Kennedy

Courage! even sorrows, when once they are vanished, quicken the soul, as rain the valley. — Johann Gaudenz Von Salis-Seewis

Some people go to college. For me I studied music my whole life. That was my college. — Robin Thicke

Motivation is desire or inspiration.
A motive is a reason. What's your reason? — Rob Liano

I sing the songs that people need to hear. — Etta James

Philosophy takes as her aim the state of happiness ... she shows us what are real and what are only apparent evils. She strips men's minds of empty thinking, bestows a greatness that is solid and administers a check to greatness where it is puffed up and all an empty show; she sees that we are left no doubt about the difference between what is great and what is bloated. — Seneca The Younger

You need to update your blog a couple of times a week. You need to post a Twitter here and there. It feels so dumb to say that stuff, but it's important for me to keep that presence going. — Nick Thune

There are not enough faces. Your own gapes back
at you on someone else, but paler, then the moment
when you see the next one and forget yourself.

It must be dreams that makes us different, must be
private cells inside a common skull.
One has the other's look and has another memory.

Despair stares out from tube-trains at itself
running on the platform for the closing door.
Everyone you meet is telling wordless barefaced truths.

Sometimes the crowd yields one you put a name to,
snapping fiction into fact. Mostly your lover passes in the rain and does not know you when you speak.

- I Remember Me — Carol Ann Duffy