Air Force Pcs Plaque Quotes & Sayings

Take your work seriously and yourself lightly. — Bob Nelson

Then the flight attendants, garbage bags in hand, glided down the aisle, looking each one of us square in the face and whispering, without discrimination, Your trash. You're trash. Your family's trash. — David Sedaris

I want you to be happy. I want to do my job so that you can move past this divorce and have a chance at normality. — Alessandra Torre

My first and foremost goal when I joined the Yankees was to win the world championship. Certainly, it's been a long road and very difficult journey. But I'm just happy that after all these years we were able to win and reach the goal that I had come here for. — Hideki Matsui

We have tried to get closer to them, but we never copied anybody, we always tried to play our football — Arsene Wenger

Soaring at this altitude, I saw Elsace as something so much cleaner. Lakes turned to puddles, cities into toys. The squalor of the slums went invisible and everything smelled fresh like rain. It was one of the reasons I loved the Wastrel. I felt so far away from all that misery down below. — Meg Merriet

The words we spoke and our entire punk performance aimed to express our disapproval of a specific political event: the patriarchs' support of Vladimir Putin, who has taken an authoritarian and anti-feminist course. — Nadezhda Tolokonnikova

Every time I've failed, people had me out for the count, but I always come back. — Sylvester Stallone

There is no morality by instinct. There is no social salvation in the end without taking thought; without mastery of logic and application of logic to human experience. — Katharine Elizabeth Fullerton Gerould

And I don't know where I'm heading. I mean, I've got a pretty good idea of what I want in life. — Jim Coleman

When you die in a hundred years, they'll probably write on your gravestone, 'Here Lies Harper Price - Damn It, She Still Had Stuff to Do! — Rachel Hawkins

A speck of saliva flew from Ida's mouth onto Ester's lower lip. When Ida released Ester's arm and left the toilets, Ester wiped her mouth and reapplied her lipstick, but still she felt it there, the fleck of spit. In the hours which followed, Ester put her mouth to the rims of countless champagne glasses and wine glasses and shot glasses, but still she felt that spack of saliva clinging on. And even hours later, when Ester and Bernard were alone in bed and he was kissing her, all she could think about was Ida's spit on her lip, as if it were still there, pressed between her mouth and Bernard's like a cold sore. — Alison Moore