Brass Teapot Quotes & Sayings

PRAY; the word we use, when hope isn't enough. The word we use when faith is all that is left. — Gilbere Forte

Cowards, I believe, are people who are afraid to embrace what they want or need in a natural, honest way. — Tablo

Sometimes I think I like dogs more than I like humans. The only time a dog has ever betrayed me ... was by dying. — Jose N. Harris

The question becomes, because we're remotely far away from the territory we're about to bomb, does it make it easier to do it? That it is an important question, and the military is asking those questions. — Gavin Hood

You promise not to maim me?"
"I promise to give fair warning before I maim you. — Laurie Halse Anderson

It goes back to a style of moviemaking I remember seeing as a child, in movies like The Man With The Golden Arm, which I think was shot all on a sound stage. — Debbie Allen

Better it is to say that the government most comfortable to nature is that which best agrees with the humor and disposition of the people in whose favor it is established. — Baron De Montesquieu

I believe in capitalism for everybody, not necessarily high finance but capitalism that works for the working men and women of this country who are out there paddling alone in America right now. — Rick Santorum

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. — Plato

A pain free, active lifestyle is not only possible, but it is the way you should expect to feel and live, no matter your age, no matter your previous experience. — Pete Egoscue

I hope Greece is going to remain in the Euro zone. — Victor Ponta

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirtcuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. — Arthur Conan Doyle