Axlegrurts Quotes & Sayings

Being on a highway, all that speed and aggression, is very terrifying to me. — Sandra Cisneros

That one person everyone looks for. They search and search, and some die trying to find 'em. And when you finally meet them, something inside of you says "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you. And I didn't even know it. — Belle Aurora

Adversity is the mother of progress. — Mahatma Gandhi

I'm not George Clooney, so I can't just pick and choose. I take roles where they occur. — Daniel Gillies

Why will friends publish all the trash they can scrape together of celebrated people? — Maria Edgeworth

It is my belief that everything you need to know about the world can be learned in a church choir. — Connie Willis

Keep score, which is what the Talmud recognizes as a distinction between work and play that renders a game unfit for the Sabbath. — John Thorn

People who think that grammar is just a collection of rules and restrictions are wrong. If you get to like it, grammar reveals the hidden meaning of history, hides disorder and abandonment, links things and brings opposites together. Grammar is a wonderful way of organising the world how you'd like it to be. — Delphine De Vigan

I have never seen myself as a promoter. I always evaluate myself as a manager. — Dilip Shanghvi

Joy was something she willed herself to show us, something she raised from deep inside herself as a promise for what could be. Now her life seemed to have opened up into it as if it had been waiting for her. (215) — Andre Dubus III

When he drove away I took a picture of the receding tail lights, and after his car was gone I stood there holding the photo up to the street, pretending. What is this feeling? I wondered. What is this hunger that grows worse the more I feed it?
They'd come up with a name for it a long time ago. But you already know what it's called, don't you? — Leah Raeder

Who gives a damn about their reputation? Oh, that would be me. — A Meredith Walters

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams

If You Ain't Afraid, Go Do It Then — Stephen Crane