Baby Slipper Quotes & Sayings

My friends need to be punished. — Lil' O

This wasn't about the chase. We all knew who would win. It was about defiance. — Pepper Winters

This, Barrett Meeks, is your work. You witness, and compile. You persevere. — Michael Cunningham

One of the big lies with sin is that we are already waist-deep and might as well just plunge in. — Matt Chandler

I give my vote for Mr. Johnson to fill that great and arduous post. And I hereby declare that I make a total surrender of all my rights and privileges in the English language, as a freeborn British subject, to the said Mr. Johnson, during the term of his dictatorship. Nay more; I will not only obey him, like an old Roman, as my dictator, but, like a modern Roman, I will implicitly believe in him as my pope, and hold him to be infallible while in the chair; but no longer. — Philip Dormer Stanhope Chesterfield

We all have genes that come from our ancestors that aren't used - they're not turned on. So we actually carry ancient genes with us. If you could figure out how to turn those on, you could resurrect ancient characteristics from our ancestors. — Jack Horner

It has bloomed again,
This flower that I thought dead.
In one moment of despair
And pain,
I'd trampled it in the ground
Upon this barren plain.
Little did I know
That it would rise again,
This flower that I thought dead.
My soul would need
A surer weapon than despair
To crush a thing so bright, so fair. — Ruskin Bond

He didn't say anything, because he couldn't. Because he wanted to say things like I can't sleep with you because it wouldn't be like the other guys I fuck. I can't sleep with you because I already think about you way too much, care way too much, and if I sleep with you, I'm scared to think about how bad it would be if things didn't work out, if you went away too like everybody else always does. He couldn't say any of that, which meant he couldn't, not really, say anything at all. — Heidi Cullinan

I'm gonna take it as it comes — Joan Of Arc

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa — Robert W. Chambers

Mrs. Roosevelt seemed calm in her characteristic, graceful dignity. She stepped forward and placed her arm gently about my shoulder. "Harry," she said quietly, "the President is dead." For a moment, I could not bring myself to speak. The last news we had had from Warm Springs was that Mr. Roosevelt was recuperating nicely. In fact, he was apparently doing so well that no member of his immediate family, and not even his personal physician, was with him. All this flashed through my mind before I found my voice. "Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked at last. I shall never forget her deeply understanding reply. "Is there anything we can do for you?" she asked. "For you are the one in trouble now. — Harry Truman