Amburn Co Quotes & Sayings

The perfecting of one's self is the fundamental base of all progress and all moral development. — Confucius

To stake all one's life on a single moment, to risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not - there is no weakness in that. — Oscar Wilde

A vow is a snare for sin — Samuel Johnson

No tax in any amount, large or small, can be levied to support any religious activities or institutions, whatever they may be called, or whatever form they may adopt to teach or practice religion. — Hugo Black

Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy. — Deyth Banger

What is important is that we stop and realize, 'Okay. This is fine. I can enjoy that.' But what is really important, what I'm really going to take away with me from this life, is my connection with other people. — Tom Ford

No horror on earth or elsewhere could equal watching your own offspring open his mouth and have nothing come out. — David Foster Wallace

What were the unrealistic expectations I had, and how can I better manage these next time? — Lysa TerKeurst

The clarinet is a musical instrument the only thing worse than which is two. — Ambrose Bierce

She drew the main outline, keeping her fingers on the ferrule - the metal piece that clamped the bristles to the handle - and created a nose, mouth, and eyelids. For a moment, she wondered what color his eyes might be, then shoved aside the macabre thought. He had a strong, square jaw, his hair pushed back, looking sticky from the dirt that had been thrown directly onto his face. — Dana Marton

Come on, Cabel," Carrie says. "Let me give you a ride, at least. Unless you want Shay to- hey, here she comes now." Carrie titters, her eyes dancing.
Cabel's eyes grow wide. He slips into the backseat of Carrie's car without a word. "Get me outta here. Fuckin' creepy cheerleaders. — Lisa McMann

I had a great childhood. I think writers are always better off when they have more twisted childhoods, but I didn't. — Anthony Shadid

one night, they went down to the Village for dinner at an italian restaurant. most of the band had picked up young girls and had them hanging on their arms. janis was feeling lonesome and said, "goddamn, you guys have all these groupies and i don't have anybody."

turning to mark, the youngest person in the crowd, she ordered, "go out on the street there and find the first pretty boy you see and bring him to me."

aw, i dunno," mark said.

go ahead," janis said.

after a while, mark returned with a handsome, long-haired youth with a british accent. he was wearing a floor-length embroidered afghan wool coat. looking him over, janis nodded approvingly and said, "he's cute, mark!" turning to the young man, she said, "well! hi, honey! sit down! my name's janis joplin. have you ever heard of me?"

yeah," he said, "i've heard of you."

oh," she said, "what's your name?"

eric clapton. — Ellis Amburn

Only utopian liberals could be surprised that the Nazis were art connoisseurs. — Camille Paglia