Zartman Funeral Home Quotes & Sayings

It's that I'm 39. I feel hot and sexy, actually ... I feel it inside myself. I don't feel dried up and tired and no longer interested in sex is what I'm trying to say. — Kyra Sedgwick

Step into the mystery of the mind. There are billions of minds, there are billions of selves. There are billions of worlds and dimensions. — Frederick Lenz

Though day, the crickets called in the grass; my mother's singing rose from the camp. I lifted my arms; I could not help it. The breeze itself was warm; the islands soft with moss; the loons calling melancholy in forgotten bays; and Life in all its operations seemed unspeakably generous. — M T Anderson

The geology of Staten Island is the most complex of the city's boroughs, containing the terminal moraine of the last ice age, a fault line from 470 million years ago, the southern tail of the Palisades formation, and sediments collected over the millennia. — Sergey Kadinsky

Humility feels that there is someone, somewhere who can do anything I can do better - except one thing: no one can be better at being me. — Frederick Lenz

Faith is not a question of basking in the certainty that there is a God and that God is taking care of us. Many of us are never granted this kind of assurance. Certitude is not the real substance of faith. Faith is a way of seeing things. — Ronald Rolheiser

You just have to do what suits you, and it doesn't matter if you don't look like everybody else. Be you. That's our gift and we've got to celebrate that. — Helena Bonham Carter

Jim Pagliaroni joined the club tonight and is going to be a welcome addition. He was describing a girl that one of the ballplayers had been out with and said, "It's hard to say exactly what she looked like. She was kind of Joe Torre with tits." This joke can only be explained with a picture of Joe Torre. But I'm not sure any exist. He dissolves camera lenses. — Jim Bouton

Science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle. — Ray Bradbury