Dawgbone Quotes & Sayings

The do-not-call list puts the responsibility where it should be: on the telemarketers. If they want to make the calls, they should be the ones doing the work to ensure fairness. — Julie Ann Dawson

When I'm on the road, I wake up early and walk a lot. I'm very healthy. But when I come back home, I am more tempted by guilty pleasures, such as eating too many sweets and sleeping a lot. — Masaharu Morimoto

5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. — Various

At the banquet table of nature, there are no reserved seats. You get what you can take, and you keep what you can hold. If you can't take anything, you won't get anything, and if you can't hold anything, you won't keep anything. And you can't take anything without organization. — A. Philip Randolph

I can't cook, but I can make a turkey and cheese sandwich like nobody else. — Kevin Hart

Courage easily finds its own eloquence. — Plautus

You're trying to help them ... that's a good thing. But you can't always count on seeing their gratitude," he said wanting to comfort her before he added a grain of salt. "You know what Tolstoy said ... if you are unhappy with your life, you can change it in two ways ... either improve the conditions you live in or improve your inner spiritual state. The first isn't always possible but the second is ... In the end, Alex, people need to go directly to the source of Grace for themselves. — Paul Alkazraji

He may not have said the words, but I know my son. I saw the way he looked at you."
"How?"
"Like he'd do murder for you. — Jessica Spotswood

but her patience was perhaps tired out, for this is a virtue which is very apt to be fatigued by exercise. Mrs — Henry Fielding

Less than an hour before he'd congratulated himself on escaping all the traps of Earth, all the snares of Man. Not knowing that the greatest trap of all, the final and the fatal trap, lay on this present planet. — Clifford D. Simak

Each night Father fills me with dread
When he sits on the foot of my bed;
I'd not mind that he speaks
In gibbers and squeaks,
But for seventeen years he's been dead. — Edward Gorey

She was reserved and cold, as if having been stolen from her native village in a burlap sack and made to be servant and helpmate to an Englishman many years her senior, for some reasons sat poorly with her. — Ben H. Winters