Bozos On The Bus Quotes & Sayings

Everywhere and at all times it is in thy power piously to acquiesce in thy present condition, and to behave justly to those who are about thee, and to exert thy skill upon thy present
thoughts, that nothing shall steal into them without being well examined. — Marcus Aurelius

Whether if you're a beginner poet or an experienced poet, poets just as other writers would like to have more readers enjoy their work. Whether if you're a poet laureate or novice, or if you're written over 1,000 poems, anytime a poet writes a poem its like their first one, beautiful in its inherent beauty. — Reynaldo Casison

The only life you have the right to sacrifice for the greater good is your own. — Brent Weeks

We're all bozos on the bus, so might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. — Wavy Gravy

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does. — Erin Morgenstern

I could still walk the street. I don't have to have no massive security. — Doug E. Fresh

Jesus, Jean," I yell, "the cuffs are just held in place with carabiners. Just unhook them." I swear some people just have no experience with strapping women to tables. What is this country coming to? — Eric Lahti

But mathematics is the sister, as well as the servant, of the arts and is touched by the same madness and genius. — Marston Morse

I feel as if I've never been touched before. — Nicola Yoon

It's our thoughts that are chaotic, not the world. — Marty Rubin

He's got a laugh like a machine gun firing through velvet. — Libba Bray

We're all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. - WAVY GRAVY — Elizabeth Lesser

I'm a military guy. I'm not a political character. — Oliver North

If you live long enough, you learn time is an illusion created by men who fear death. The clocks and watches worshipped by those who deny the inevitable. There is power in acknowledging we are not the ones in control. — Amber Kizer

We kept walking, our shadows moving in shifting blobs over the ground. The sound of river rocks rattled under our feet. We turned along a bend in the stream and a curtain of poplar trees came into view, shivering in the distance, showing the white backsides of their leaves. I watched them for a while until an ancient, aching sorrow rose up in my chest. It was a familiar feeling. Something in the mute, unconscious trees resonated inside me, something so deep and fundamental it failed to remember its own source anymore. I watched the poplars flickering against the hard blue of the sky. What is sorrow? I thought. What is sorrow but old, worn out joy? — Jon Raymond

I think it's safe to say that if you talk to anybody in Ireland, they'll have a passing knowledge of the guitar. It was something that I couldn't get away from when I was younger: guitars played in shops and parties, just everywhere. — James Vincent McMorrow