1880s Fashion Quotes & Sayings

When a guy sees a car he likes,
all he can think about is getting under the hood or taking her for a ride. — Penny Reid

When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature. — Rudyard Kipling

Well, I didn't wanna kill someone in cold blood - " "That's good, I suppose." " - but there weren't no fire around to light her with first. — Brandon Sanderson

The boy's (Hack Wilson) got talent and desire, but he ain't got no neck. — John McGraw

W if for Women. They're awful, mendacious,
Nasty and selfish, cruel and salacious,
As thievish as gypsies, more crazy than Celts
Be sure that you never fuck anything else — P. J. O'Rourke

God sees me through all my darkness ... so why wouldn't I honor him by shining my light to help all in need! — Timothy Pina

If we did not take action to solve this crisis, it could indeed threaten the future of human civilization. That sounds shrill. It sounds hard to accept. I believe it's deadly accurate. But again, we can solve it. — Al Gore

In the mid-1980s, the ratio of debt to personal disposable income for American households was 65 percent. During the next two decades, U.S. household leverage more than doubled, reaching an all-time high of 133 percent in 2007. — Katherine Porter

The whole educational and professional training system is a very elaborate filter, which just weeds out people who are too independent, and who think for themselves, and who don't know how to be submissive, and so on
because they're dysfunctional to the institutions. — Noam Chomsky

I never know when chat-up lines are happening! I don't hear them enough. I don't get hit on enough. — Kelly Rowland

The thing is, I hate political comedy. I personally loathe it. — Christian Finnegan

It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself. — Richard Bentley

When they reached the stairs, he didn't make her climb them herself. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bathroom off their bedroom. He didn't speak, his expression didn't soften. But he was hard. His cock was like a poker, steely and hot against her hip. His eyes blazed with lust. — Lora Leigh

To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and again and often forever. — Erich Maria Remarque