Mary-Lou Weisman famous quotes

The mature, forty-five-year-old woman, quite experienced in matters of life and death, knows that it was 'for the best,' but Daddy's girl, who hung onto his belt and danced fox trots on the tops of his shoes, cannot accept that Daddy is not here anymore.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Girl #Death #Years

I have been in Paris for almost a week and I have not heard anyone say calories, or cholesterol, or even arterial plaque. The French do not season their food with regret.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Regret #Paris #France

It is not possible to rent a beach house within five hours' drive of one's hometown without being visited by people. This is especially true if I have actually invited them. One of my problems is that I like to be nicer than I actually am.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Beach #People #House

Having traveled initially to get away, ultimately we travel to come home.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Travel #Home #Get Away

Perhaps for totemic reasons, people like to possess a piece of the country they are visiting. Women like to wear it. Men like to eat it.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Country #Travel #Men

All too often, when people don't know where they are, have jet lag, don't speak the language, and can't figure out the money or maintain intestinal regularity, they get hostile.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Travel #People #Lag

In the beginning, there was no retirement. There were no old people. In the Stone Age, everyone was fully employed until age 20, by which time nearly everyone was dead, usually of unnatural causes. Any early man who lived long enough to develop crow's-feet was either worshiped or eaten as a sign of respect.
-- Mary-Lou Weisman

#Retirement #Feet #Long

I pray to God I get inside a girl's head one day and see what in the WORLD they are thinking.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

He who is completely sanctified, or cleansed from all sin, and dies in this state, is fit for glory.

There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.

I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

You either get the point of Africa or you don't. What draws me back year after year is that it's like seeing the world with the lid off.

We must never forget that Christ did not suffer just during His three years of public ministry or the last few days of His life when He was crucified. No, He suffered throughout His life on earth. He who was without sin lived daily with the corruption and sinfulness of lost humanity.

I always thought the name of Utah’s major newspaper was some sort of weird misspelling of the word “desert.” But no, Deseret is the “land of the honeybee,” according to the Book of Mormon. I guess I should have figured they would have caught a typo in the masthead after 154 years.