Abvet Quotes & Sayings

What we need is leadership that can deal with our mess and begin to apply practical solutions to our problems. My goal is not to design hundreds of pages of government regulation and red tape like others propose. We need to outline commonsense policies and then knock some heads together if necessary to make them work. The fact is we are over-regulated. People can't move. They're stymied. Companies can't be built. We're over-regulated. — Donald J. Trump

I play a lot of Playstation, and always trying to look pretty for the girls. — Freddy Adu

I know the sky falls down every day.
The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window. A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward, forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below. — Tahereh Mafi

Good news, Doc: all my internal injuries are psychological. — A.G. Riddle

Wow. He's like sexy Willy Wonka. — Kenya Wright

When your parents split up, it's impossible to delude yourself about fairytale romance and happy endings. — Jennifer Aniston

I feel like my eyes have gonorrhea. — Johnny Knoxville

Every girl likes to be thought of and made to feel special. — Kiana Tom

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief. — Leigh Hershkovich

How to Love the Dead
She lives, the bird says, and means nothing
silly. She is dead and available
the fox says, knowing about the spirits.
Not the picture at the funeral,
not the object of grieving. She is dead
and you can have that, he says. If you can
love without politeness or delicacy,
the fox says, love her with your wolf heart.
As the dead are to be desired.
Not the way long marriages are,
nothing happening again and again,
Not in the woods or in the fields.
Not in the cities. The painful love of being
permanently unhoused. Not the color, but the stain. — Jack Gilbert