Cheesed Quotes & Sayings

A heart set on love will do no wrong. — Confucius

How many books had she touched?
How many had she felt? — Markus Zusak

I had a lot of really terrible advice early in my writing career and I cheesed off people without even knowing it, all the while thinking I was implementing good advice. — Douglas Coupland

A city like London was always going to be a paradox, the best of it so very riddled with the opposite, so Swiss-cheesed with moral holes. — China Mieville

Every day you've got running shoes on, it's a good day. — Sean Astin

I told her, Don't touch me that way. Don't come at me with that sour-cream smile. Come at me as if I were worth your life - the life we make together. Take me like a turtle whose shell must be cracked, whose heart is ice, who needs your heat. Love me like a warrior, sweat up to your earlobes and all your hope between your teeth. Love me so I know I am at least as important as anything you have ever wanted. — Dorothy Allison

Call it vanity, call it arrogant presumption, call it what you wish, but I would grope for the nearest open grave if I had no newspaper to work for, no need to search for and sometimes find the winged word that just fits, no keen wonder over what each unfolding day may bring. — Bob Considine

A pure mathematical series would be one in which each term is derived from the preceding term by a rule. — George Oppen

We were put to Dickens as children but it never quite took. That unremitting humanity soon had me cheesed off. — Alan Bennett

Wait a minute while I think," said Miss Peavey.
There was a pause. Miss Peavey sat with knit brows.
"How would it be ... " ventured Mr. Cootes.
"Cheese it!" said Miss Peavey.
Mr. Cootes cheesed it. — P.G. Wodehouse

She didn't know what to do with the severed leg. She had cut it off, but she didn't want to touch it or even look at it. — Larry McMurtry

Design can be art. Design can be aesthetics. Design is so simple, that's why it is so complicated. — Paul Rand

A black raven flew past me and landed on the back of the couch.
Roman slapped his hand over his face.
"There you are," the raven said in Evdokia's voice. "Ungrateful son."
"Here we go ... " Roman muttered.
"Eighteen hours in labor and that's what I get. He can't even pick up the phone to talk to his own mother."
"Mother, can't you see I have people here?"
"I bet if their mothers called them, they would pick up."
That would be a neat trick for both of us. Sadly, dead mothers didn't come back to life, even in post-Shift Atlanta.
"Nice to see you, Roman." I grabbed Curran by the hand.
The bird swiveled toward me. "Katya!"
Oh no.
"Don't you leave. I need to talk to you."
"Got to go, bye! — Ilona Andrews

Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again. — Daphne Du Maurier