Terri Guillemets – Page 16

In Arizona, shade trees are your best friends… and occasionally the basis of small civil wars over parking. – Terri Guillemets

Angels have no philosophy but love. – Terri Guillemets

Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence. – Terri Guillemets

Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets

Angels sail back to God on the sea of joy. – Terri Guillemets

Angels will not disintegrate with logic, but they are more likely to fly for those who believe. – Terri Guillemets

Can anger survive without his hypocrisy? – Terri Guillemets

Sometimes, being an American is a spectator sport. – Terri Guillemets

My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories. – Terri Guillemets

Age swallows our childhood. – Terri Guillemets

The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy. – Terri Guillemets

My younger passions are still listening, as I age. – Terri Guillemets

The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. We shine different ways in the seasons of our lives. – Terri Guillemets

Age attacks when we least expect it. – Terri Guillemets

Age is easiest to see in Winter, between the bare branches of the trees. – Terri Guillemets

Does age poison us, or do we poison age? – Terri Guillemets

Sadness flowers to the next renewing joy. – Terri Guillemets

Adversity enhances this tale we call life. – Terri Guillemets

Hardship is best sailed with a heart ship. – Terri Guillemets

Let your joy scream across the pain. – Terri Guillemets