Carezone Quotes & Sayings

In Russia, if a male athelete loses he becomes a female athelete. — Yakov Smirnoff

When you're trading well, you have a better mental attitude. When you're trading poorly, you start wishing and hoping. Instead of getting into trades you think will work, you end up getting into trades you hope will work. — Randy McKay

I couldn't use Nest because it doesn't operate with high-end HVAC systems. — Peter Barris

We've got to run," I said. "I don't suppose you mean away," Grover murmured hopefully. — Rick Riordan

Prostitutes dress obviously, so as to draw attention. It's their business, isn't it? The last thing that a Christian woman is thinking of is being like a prostitute. — Elisabeth Elliot

Puck laughed, and it wasn't like that weird high-pitched giggle she'd heard out of children before, the one that begged the question: why would one possibly tickle a child just to elicit that noise? — Kresley Cole

We never, ever judge someone on who's going to heaven, hell. That's the Almighty's job. — Phil Robertson

The cosmetic industry really took off in the 1950s. — Sara Sheridan

I don't have much patience for people who enjoy limitless liberty while decrying those who get their hands dirty to make sure it exists for them. — Jule McBride

The magic of scavenging is in the serendipity of the find; to actually hunt for objects - though sometimes necessary - diminishes the pleasure of finding them. — Barbara Hodgson

Once you get involved with bloodsport litigation, you can not only get drunk on your own greed but start to believe your own lies. — Jello Biafra

One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of premeditated cuteness should be even more embarrassed. — Stephen King

I can't tell you his age, but when he was born the wonder drug was Mercurochrome. — Milton Berle

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! — Emily Dickinson