Agrocrustles Quotes & Sayings

There can be no real fight between a tiger and a chicken; between the love and the man; between the strong and the weak! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I don't clean now, because I'm paralyzed. But let me tell you, I would clean. I cleaned, and I ironed. It's my inner femininity. — Michael Graves

Those who are awake all live in the same world. Those who are asleep live in their own worlds. — Heraclitus

I hope, by God's grace, that I am truly a Christian, not deviating from the faith, and that I would rather suffer the penalty of a terrible death than wish to affirm anything outside of the faith or transgress the commandments of our Lord Jesus Christ. — Jan Hus

It's impossible to give it all you got and fail unless you fail to give it all you got to do the impossible. — Behdad Sami

Jesus became mortal to give you immortality; and today, through Him, you can be free. — David Jeremiah

This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier.
(Except that of course you can't have a final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate ... ) — Terry Pratchett

When I was little, there were so many people in my house. Everyone was enjoying themselves, rehearsing, having fun. It was like a playground. — Marion Cotillard

I am a nice person. I care about my driver having lunch, you know ... — Barbra Streisand

A neurosis is wherever we are allied against our true nature. — James Hollis

If I'm on a train, with headphones, MP3s are great. At home, I prefer CD or vinyl, partly because they sound a little better in a quiet room and partly because they're finite in length and separate things, unlike the endless days and days of music stored on my laptop. — Jonny Greenwood

Damen's understanding of Laurent rearranged itself, in order that he might despise him more accurately. — C.S. Pacat

The future comes one day at a time [so don't fear and try to solve all the worries and problems of the future today]. — Dean Acheson

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams