Bring It On Clovers Quotes & Sayings

If we're all aggressive, obedient solders [sic], who's going to write the poems and play the blues and go on anti-war protest marches? — Ken Follett

A lot of NBA owners sit at the midcourt. But we love being under the basket and seeing the players. — Stephen Pagliuca

Will you not, as a loyal student of dear old Baylor, lay aside for a few days the usual cares of life, come back to your alma mater, renew former associations and friendships, and catch that Baylor spirit again? — Samuel Palmer

The data suggest that to have a thriving day, we need six hours of social time. — Tom Rath

Modern India is a product of Hindu tradition, the religion of Islam, and Western civilization. — Gurcharan Das

My whore of a brother has done it again." "Then, as always, orders me to clean up the mess." "I think I hate him." Poseidon to his brother, Zeus. — Yelle Hughes

I thought the assassin was moving kind of slow for an assassin. Maybe the magic had done something after all. Or maybe he felt sorry for me. That sort of thing happens among cutthroats more often than you'd expect. — Cassandra Rose Clarke

They believed the devil would rise from here," she said. "I'm serious. They thought he would come up through the cracks in the ground, that there would be an earthquake and he would rise. Dust. Fire. The end of the world. They calculated the day and built churches to protect themselves. — Richard House

Follow the voice of your heart, even if it leads you off the path of timid souls. Do not become hard and embittered, even if life tortures you at times. There is only one thing that counts: to live one's life well and happily ... — Wilhelm Reich

Chinese women are much more modest than American women when it comes to clothes. We tend to show less flesh. — Ziyi Zhang

It's all i have to bring today
this and my heart beside
this and my heart and all the fields
and all the meadows wide
be sure to count
should i forget
someone the sum could tell
this and my heart and all the bees
which in the clovers dwell — Emily Dickinson