Aussies Kitchen Quotes & Sayings

Once fishing was a rabbit's foot
O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot — Robert Lowell

I do not love the flowers that are about to expire. I fear my dotage mirrors the fading flower. Lush, blooming blossoms fall like a shower. I say to the young buds: let your prime retire. — Amy S. Kwei

Where you trying to go, huh? Come on me, Macy. Come on me, or I'll take you outside and make you scream right there on the front lawn for the whole fuckin' neighborhood to hear. — Cherrie Lynn

I long to look at my holiday season with eyes that see the Christ in Christmas. — Ann Marie Stewart

Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now. — Stephenie Meyer

I love artists like Prince, who hold on to that element of mystery. — Bruno Mars

For an actress there is no greater gift than having a camera in front of you, listening to the most beautiful music in the world and just being looked at! — Isabelle Huppert

The law, which restrains a man from doing mischief to his fellow citizens, though it diminishes the natural, increases the civil liberty of mankind. — William Blackstone

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. "If — Kay Redfield Jamison

Jenks enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth moving as he hummed, Jenks finished unpacking the sacks. I was half dead, Ivy was whoring herself to keep me safe, but Jenks was okay as long as he had chocolate. — Kim Harrison

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy. — Selma Lagerlof

I always wonder how many potholes there are in the road less taken. I mean it's great to go where others don't, but is it maintained? — Neil Leckman

He throws his arms out over his head, fists clenched, and shouts: 'Open your eyes and look at me! I'm right bloody here!' He shouts all the things he hates and wants to change until his voice is hoarse. Then he nods over at me. 'Your turn. — Jennifer Niven