Gigliottis Driving School Quotes

#1. Sometimes the imagination is the true predator.

Carolyn Jess-Cooke

#2. I bless you, all living things, I bless you in the endless past, I bless you in the endless present, I bless you in the endless future, amen.

Jack Kerouac

#3. Why do we feel jealousy? Therapists often regard the demon as a scar of childhood trauma or a symptom of a psychological problem. And it's true that people who feel inadequate, insecure, or overly dependent tend to be more jealous than others.

Helen Fisher

#4. We still have not been able to move into those positions in our country that are really directing traffic among that 1 percent, and that's where women have to break through.

Claire McCaskill

#5. Sometimes it's hard to see what could be, what we hope for, through the hurting part of what is, 'cause sometimes stuff hurts so much that we can't see nothing. But then sometimes what we hope for, well, seems like if we hope it long enough, hard enough, deep enough, it becomes what it.

Charles Martin

#6. All of us show many faces to the world. No one shows her true face all of the time. To do that would be dangerous, for what is seen can also be known.

Cameron Dokey

#7. We're always surprised when something ends; everything ends, so why do we never think it's our turn?

Ruby Wax

#8. August stared at her, aghast. "Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would have the same effect as pain or music? No, I must have missed that lesson."

She stared at him, agape. "August, was that sarcasm?

Victoria Schwab

#9. Somebody called me a 'bruised romantic' once, and I like that.

Susannah McCorkle

#10. She was a Mistress who needed a Master. Who needed him.

Joey W. Hill

#11. I think part of our problem right now in the country is that people feel that nobody listens to them. And that means that they just don't trust anybody in government, anybody in politics, and anybody in the economy.

Hillary Clinton

#12. I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.

Nick Hornby