Armenious Cy Quotes & Sayings

I love bald men. Just because you've lost your fuzz don't mean you ain't a peach. — Dolly Parton

If you load responsibility on a man unworthy of it he will always betray himself — August Heckscher

short-lived. "Enemy right!" came — Koos Stadler

I guess I'm just not the film femme fatale type. I giggle too much. I have freckles and a turned-up nose, and I walk like an athlete. — Joan Caulfield

Please act in and through me. Please let my love increase, if it is your will. I feel that's the right thing; but even if it's not the right thing, I'm willing to abide by your judgment. — Frederick Lenz

If we come from good families where we have been supported well, there is a disillusionment we have to undergo in terms of the culture's values. We have to get beyond our cultural mythology to find out who we are. — Sam Keen

Amateurs wait for inspiration. The real pros get up and go to work. — Harvey MacKay

If you want to know what cram is, I can only say that I don't know the recipe; but it is biscuitish, keeps good indefinitely, is supposed to be sustaining, and is certainly not entertaining, being in fact very uninteresting except as a chewing exercise. — J.R.R. Tolkien

The call of repentance is for the righteous and the unrighteous, the godly and the ungodly alike. If the righteous had been the lights they were called to be, the nation would never have fallen as it did. — Jonathan Cahn

Christianity, we might say, is driving around with a loaded gun in its glove compartment, and that loaded gun is its violent image of God. It's driving around with a license to kill, and that license is its Bible, read uncritically. Along with its loaded gun and license to kill, it's driving around with a sense of entitlement derived from a set of beliefs with a long, ugly, and largely unacknowledged history. — Brian McLaren

In two years, I'll be making more than Michael Schumacher. — Nelson Piquet

Fucking. It doesn't start when you get naked, not the way I do it. — Kit Rocha

Few knew that she was broken. Whatever power had blessed her, divine or otherwise, was gone-or at least out of reach. Her followers were kept at a distance so they could not see that her eyes were dark hollows, that her breath came in frightened gasps. She walked slowly, tentatively, her driftwood bones fragile in her body, this sickly girl upon whom all their hopes rested. — Leigh Bardugo

By its very nature, the dark side invites rivalry and strife. This is the greatest strength of the Sith: it culls the weak from our order. — Drew Karpyshyn