Burger Meister Quotes & Sayings

Other people's opinions do not determine your potential. — Joel Osteen

She'll cry, and if she does, I probably will, and then she'll have found a way in, and I will not let her pierce my walls in a Trojan horse of sympathy. — Jonathan Tropper

Addressing global resentment cannot be put off. If we do not learn to use our predominant power with great restraint, we will antagonize the world. — Lee H. Hamilton

Randy said I could call him for anything, Paula said that she loved me and said how much of a star I was. Simon was like, keep up the good work and I'll have nothing to worry about. — LaToya London

The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. — Ursula K. Le Guin

We live in a world where art exists in galleries and museums, and musicians have to play the same venues over and over. — Doug Aitken

It is on!" Aech shouted into his comlink. "it is on like Red Dawn! — Ernest Cline

You can literally walk into my apartment and sit on a hat; you can step on a hat; you can probably open up the refrigerator and find a hat tucked under some rotten food. I have a lot of hats. — Judah Friedlander

From what I've heard, Paris did a little bit more prep work as far as making bike lanes and all of that stuff. They really did it properly, which New York is getting to little by little. — David Byrne

Yeah, I do. Sometimes I worry my memories will fade without them. — Heidi R. Kling

Mira shrugged. If Rachel thought long-distance romance was weird, she'd think the truth - a fake long-distance romance, complete with eight months' worth of love letters that Mira had written to cover her tracks - was a whole lot weirder. — Sarah Cross

Dreamt by a Man in a Field

I am thinking of the dead
Who are still with us.
They are not like us, they are
Young and beautiful,
On their way in the rain
To meet their lovers.
On their way with their dark umbrellas,
Always laughing, so quick,
Like limbs flying back
In a boat before night,
So constant,
Like the glass floats
The fisherman use in Japan.
But for them there is no moon,
For us the same news
We do not receive. — Frank Stanford