Wozniak Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

Daydreaming had started me on the way; but story writing once I was truly in its grip, took me and shook me awake. — Eudora Welty

Do broken hearts make you brave or do they just make you stupid? — Lynn Weingarten

I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations. — Nicolas Malebranche

I don't need to marry someone for good sex; I can pay for that. — Tali Alexander

I love being under submission to my husband ... I believe in keeping the male ego intact. — Tammy Faye Bakker

Start. Don't look back. If at the end it doesn't meet your hopes, start again. Now you know more about your hopes. — Roger Ebert

He offered me his free hand, clear blue eyes sparkling. "Come on ... let's go find ourselves the perfect tree."
I took his hand and leaned into his shoulder. Didn't he know I'd go anywhere with him? — S.R. Grey

If overpopulation or lack of resources created poverty, then Hong Kong should be poor. Hong Kong has 20 times as many people per square mile as India, and no valuable natural resources. Yet Hong Kong is rich; the average income there is higher than in Great Britain or Canada. This is a recent development. In the 1920s, Hong Kong was as poor as India. But in a relatively short time it became rich because of one key ingredient: economic freedom. — John Stossel

For a small island, the place is remarkably diverse. Writers tend to see things from their own points of view, looking in one direction very much. — William Golding

Yesterday is but a memory, Tomorrow an uncharted course,
So live today so it will be a memory without remorse. — Edgar Cayce

How sad is it that this tiff sort of cheers me up? If two of the most distinguished, dedicated, and thoughtful public servants in the history of this republic could not find a way to agree to disagree, how can we expect the current crop of congressional blockheads to get along? While — Sarah Vowell

Everyone must correct his own self; this is something more difficult to cope with, but it is not impossible. — Bhumibol Adulyadej

Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form. — Stendhal