Bobbling Quotes & Sayings

To sleep after sunrise was impossible on account of the number of flies which kept buzzing about the face. — George Grey

Promise you'll scream for me tonight. — Madeleine Urban

I'm a single girl. I like to have a good time. I just sleep with the guys in the band all the time because it's easier. — Lady Gaga

Change Won't Happen Immediately, as Nigeria's Problems Didn't Start Overnight — Mo Abudu

Humility is a powerful, grounding force, if we'll allow its rightful place in our lives. It is not haughty or boastful or proud. It centers & grounds us in our wisdom, while gently reminding us of all we still have to learn. It dismantles our ego, while opening our hearts. It builds bridges instead of walls. It unified rather than divides. — Sharon E. Reed

You watch the country-music awards that they show on the television, and you see country music has reached about 1985. It's all huge processed drum sounds and chiming chorus guitars and programmed synths bobbling along in the background. — Andy Partridge

Death didn't happen like I expected it to. There was no Grim Reaper, no chorus of angels, no army of demons. And my life didn't flash before my eyes. Death was the color of softness, a delicate green under a thin film of baby powder. There was nothing but soft random thoughts and picture, drifting through me like a child's breath blowing through a dandelion after making a wish. And as I died, I was held by my love. I wanted to soak up her love and smuggle it with me to wherever my soul was headed.
-character Ron (Broken) — J. Matthew Nespoli

Arabic science throughout its golden age was inextricably linked to religion; indeed, it was driven by the need of early scholars to interpret the Qur'an. — Jim Al-Khalili

In my family, we don't so much air our grievances as wallow in them. Anger and resentment are cumulative. — Jonathan Tropper

And for the record, you're worth it. I think so and so does God. One day you'll see that. — Lynette Eason

If I needed to record, I'd head to the coast or Nashville, one or the other. — Wanda Jackson

I opened my eyes to find Gary and my mother sitting cross-legged up against a half-fallen wall, both of them laughing so hard they had tears running down their faces. My mother had Gary's forearm in one hand as she wheezed, "She didn't, she didn't!" and wiped tears away with the other, and Gary nodded so merrily it appeared his head would go bobbling off.
It was so completely incongruous with the farewell I'd just experienced I just sat there, offended on general principles, and waited for them to notice I'd woken up. Instead my mother threw her head back and shrieked like a delighted banshee, laughter bouncing off the crumbling walls.
I looked upward. The surviving banshees still sat in the oak rafters, many of them with expressions of accusation. This was not how things were done, and it was clearly all my fault. — C.E. Murphy