All Facts About Cats Quotes & Sayings

Ancient writing was intended to do things, to make people act or believe or change their behavior, not just to entertain them with a suitably concluded literary experience. — Mary Ann Tolbert

The height of the pinnacle is determined by the breadth of the base. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

We're all flawed people at the end of the day; I don't know any perfect people. — Michelle Monaghan

Fear not the proud and the haughty; fear rather him who fears God. — Saadi

She had always suffered from a curious fear of what was going to happen round the next corner. Even when life went smoothly and nothing occurred to justify her vague apprehensions, they did not altogether disperse. She had tried to face these fears and conquer them, but she could never do so entirely, she could only strain forward into the darkness of the future, expecting and fearing the unknown. She was brave in the face of dangers she could see, but she could not arm herself against shadows. These fears were her weakness. — D.E. Stevenson

I'm not jealous," he said jealously. — T.J. Klune

My mother was in vaudeville, but after she had her children, she quit working. — Dean Stockwell

Arguments about Scripture achieve nothing but a stomachache and a headache. — Tertullian

How could America send men into space and still keep its black citizens in bondage? — Barack Obama

Contentment has learned how to find out what she needs to know. Last year she went on a major housecleaning spree. First she stood on her head until all the extra facts fell out. Then she discarded about half her house. Now she knows where every thing comes from - who dyed the yarn dark green and who wove the rug and who built the loom, who made the willow chair, who planted the apricot trees. She made the turquoise mugs herself with clay she found in the hills beyond her house.
When Contentment is sad, she takes a mud bath or goes to the mountains until her lungs are clear. When she walks through an unfamiliar neighborhood, she always makes friends with the local cats. — J. Ruth Gendler

You're saying we can write our own destiny," I said, feeling too jaded and stubborn in the moment to believe it.
"I am saying," he said carefully, "that this is not the end of the story. Not the way I am writing it. — Karina Halle

His loss. I know a hell of a lot more about headstrong teenage girls than he does."
Colin gave her his most quelling look. "You're baiting him again."
Ryan studied first one of them and then the other. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing."
Unfortunately, they spoke together, automatically making them look like liars. Sugar Beth recovered first and handled the situation in her own way. "Relax, Ryan. Colin's done his best to get rid of me, but I'm blackmailing him with some unsavory facts I've unearthed about his past, which may or may not involve the ritual deaths of small animals, so if my body ends up in a ditch somewhere, tell the police to start their interrogations with him. Plus you might warn everybody to be careful with their cats. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

You will go most safely in the middle. — Ovid