8th Grade Grad Quotes & Sayings

Maybe we women gravitate toward comedy because it is a socially acceptable way to break rules and a release from our daily life. — Tina Fey

Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference. — Jim Butcher

No bacon for you."
"Then no eggs for you. Either of you."
Eve glowered at him. "Prisoner exchange?"
They glared at each other, then swapped pans and started scooping. — Rachel Caine

For me, reading is remembering. — Cat Patrick

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see . — William Shakespeare

If I had to say how I felt, I would say like a box that had been turned upside down. And the box was surprised by just how empty it was. — Grace McCleen

If I have joined the ranks of the reformers, it is solely for the purpose of persuading them to leave people alone. I do not look upon people as Vancauson looked upon his automaton. Rather, just as the physiologist accepts the human body as it is, so do I accept people as they are. I desire only to study and admire. — Frederic Bastiat

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption. — Francine Rivers

I've got quite a curvy shape so I try to wear stuff that's tailored. — Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Gentle admonition." "Gentle admonition! Do you call that gentle admonition? Why, uncle, you are enough to frighten most people to death with your fury. You are a perfect dragon! a griffin! a Russian bear! a Bengal tiger! a Numidian lion! You're all Barnum's beasts in one! I declare, if I don't write and ask him to send a party down here to catch you for his museum! — E.D.E.N. Southworth

As the company headed for the table, I drew her over to the window and passionately kissed her face, which had delicately recovered from its past suffering. I was wrong to say that I have never recaptured the sweetness of that kiss at Les Oublis. The kiss on this evening was as sweet as no other. Or rather, it was the kiss of Les Oublis, which, evoked by the allure of a similar minute, slipped gently from the depths of the past and settled between my mother's still vaguely pale cheeks and my lips. — Marcel Proust