Bellemore Optometry Quotes

#1. Hoarding is a form of OCD, did you know that?

Miranda Liasson

#2. As soon as you make mistakes, or you have an off year, even if it's not your fault as a quarterback ... I've always said the quarterback and the head coach always get too much blame when you lose and too much credit when you win.

Eli Manning

#3. I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

G.K. Chesterton

#4. The sun from far gives life. But get close to it and it burns anything down to ashes

Soroosh Shahrivar

#5. Because in fact I only lived to write, see no sense in life, have only forced "interests," wish every night, not urgently but quite definitely I could just not wake up tomorrow.

James Gould Cozzens

#6. Life is fearless battle.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#7. Every man is as holy as he really wants to be.

Aiden Wilson Tozer

#8. Oh? And what was I to say? I beg your pardon, Lord Wriothesly, but your wife seems to have acquired a distinct liking for my husband's cock. Would you mind kindly retrieving her to your own bed?

Ashley March

#9. She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.

Thomm Quackenbush

#10. I'm definitely writing my fears. It's almost therapeutic to at least voice a terror, to say, 'I'm worried that Lake Powell looks low and Lake Mead looks even lower.'

Paolo Bacigalupi

#11. I just think that fiction that isn't exploring what it means to be human today isn't art.

David Foster Wallace

#12. She [my mother] gave me permission to wonder, to dawdle, to daydream.

Toni Cade Bambara

#13. There's really no reason film and digital can't happily co-exist and benefit from one another. Anyone who tells you otherwise is just trying to sell you something.

Don Hertzfeldt

#14. I've gone through many, many things. I tell you something, that if it doesn't kill you, you get stronger.

Judy Collins

#15. Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

Samuel Beckett