Braendlin Pistol Quotes & Sayings

Life's a climb, but the view's great. — Lucas Till

I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day. — Fiona Apple

Not to him who is offensive to us are we most unfair, but to him who doth not concern us at all. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Talent is seductive. — Elaine Stritch

I am not an 'instant' actor ... to really do anything, I've got to try it five or six or a dozen times. — Judy Holliday

After much prayerful consideration, I feel that I must say I have climbed my last political mountain. — George C. Wallace

I was the kid next door's imaginary friend. — Emo Philips

As a general rule, the more a situation sucks, the more humor you can find in the little things. — Larry Correia

The myth of the self-sufficient individual and of the self-sufficient, protected, and protective familytells us that those who need help are ultimately inadequate. And it tells us that for a family to need help
or at least to admit it publicly
is to confess failure. Similarly, to give help, however generously, is to acknowledge the inadequacy of the recipients and indirectly to condemn them, to stigmatize them, and even to weaken what impulse they have toward self-sufficiency. — Kenneth Keniston

Never gamble with other people's money," he said to me the next day, as if I should have known it. "If you lose, you'll be in debt to them. If you win, you'll feel you're owed something, but it's their choice whether to share the winnings with you - and how much. It's a position no woman should put herself in. — Allegra Huston

Psychopaths view any social exchange as a 'feeding opportunity,' a contest or a test of wills in which there can be only one winner. Their motives are to manipulate and take, ruthlessly and without remorse. — Robert D. Hare

These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself.
In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang; in the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed; in the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory; and in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush. — T.H. White