Degenhardt Tire Quotes & Sayings

The long, slow, enduring thing ... that's what we live by ... not the occasional spasm of any sort. Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another. — D.H. Lawrence

PR is a mix of journalism, psychology, and lawyering - it's an ever-changing and always interesting landscape. — Ronn Torossian

The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting. — Paulette Jiles

But those with an evil heart seem to have a talent for destroying anything beautiful which is about to bloom. — Cynthia Rylant

Testimony to her belief that life could be managed if things were only kept in their proper places. — Carolee Dean

Enough studying, Joana. Sometimes living life is more instructive than studying it. — Ruta Sepetys

God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more."
~Shane~ — Rachel Caine

They ascribe omnipotence and omniscience to him and I don't know what else; it seems to me so strange that they never credit him with common-sense or allow him tolerance. If he knew as much about human nature as I do he'd know how weak men are and how little control they have over their passions, he'd know how full of fear they are and how pitiful, he'd know how much goodness there is even in the worst and how much wickedness in the best. If he's capable of feeling he must be capable of remorse, and when he considers what a hash he's made in the creation of human kind can he feel anything but that? The wonder is that he does not make use of his omnipotence to annihilate himself. Perhaps that's just what he has done. — W. Somerset Maugham

Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop
Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop — LL Cool J

Speaking it aloud would reveal the absurdity of it, and he preferred the dream. — Anthony Ryan

The brutalization of humans by other humans never fails to get to me in some angry-making way. It shot up in me like an explosion. — Alan Furst