Cute Milkshake Quotes & Sayings

Cindy Sheehan is one tough mother and nothing you say or anyone else is gonna slow her down. — Phil Donahue

The majority of people I've come across in life have treated me unfairly. I'd be a liar if I said it didn't hurt; I have this deep wound in my soul I feel all the time, but I still choose to love despite my moments of anger and selfishness. Love is the only true, everlasting thing we all live for and who am I to rob someone of experiencing that? — Evan Stark

People only talk about me and sweaters because I don't give them anything else to talk about. — Drake

All the while that Jean was listening to him, he was vaguely conscious that what gives literature its reality is the result of work accomplished by the human spirit, no matter what the material facts that may have stimulated it (a walk, a night of love, a social drama), of a sort of discovery in the world of the spirit, of the emotions, made by the human intelligence, so that the value of a book is never in the material presented by the writer, but in the nature of the operation he performs upon it. — Marcel Proust

I feel especially vulnerable when I know I've let the reactive ego take control of my actions and it may have had hurtful implications with someone I love. I feel vulnerable when I don't listen to my conscience. — Richard Brancatisano

If you'd never been born, then you might be an Isn't!
An Isn't has no fun at all. No, he disn't. — Dr. Seuss

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again. — Tom Petty

A measuring jug is also vital when cooking rice, as this is always measured by volume rather than by weight. — Delia Smith

He is a fine friend. He stabs you in the front. — Leonard Louis Levinson

In today's society we sometimes forget to balance our hearts and our heads; this is the reason we stop laughing. — Yakov Smirnoff

Learn something today in order to make tomorrow a better today. — Roberto Wallace

To whom do I owe the power behind my voice, what strength I have become, yeasting up like sudden blood from under the bruised skin's blister?
My father leaves his psychic print upon me, silent, intense, and unforgiving. But his is a distant lightning. Images of women flaming like torches adorn and define the borders of my journey, stand like dykes between me and the chaos. It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home. — Audre Lorde

The body is merely an evolutionary vehicle for the gene — Matt Ridley