Dickweed Quotes & Sayings

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights,
Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours
More tedious than the dial eightscore times!
O weary reckoning! — William Shakespeare

I can make them voting machines sing Home Sweet Home. — Earl Long

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion? — Cherise Sinclair

Too much has been given and too much has been lost. — Harley King

The happiest people aren't necessarily the most successful, or the most popular, or the most talented. They're the ones who are interested in the people around them. — Katie Kacvinsky

The purpose of the Bible is simply to proclaim God's plan to save His children. It asserts that man is lost and needs to be saved. And it communicates the message that Jesus is the God in the flesh sent to save His children. — Max Lucado

Nothing happens without a conscious dream. — Debasish Mridha

We'd never miss Alex's retirement. No matter how you feel about us being here."

Pompous prick. That was the exact reason Reese bounced his fist off Hayes's face all those years ago. He flexed his hand with the temptation to do it now too. Smarmy dickweed.

"Alex is a good man." Merina stroked Reese's arm, bringing his temper down a notch. "I'm sure he can see exactly what you are trying to accomplish by being here. If you'll excuse us." In a stage whisper, she added, "I'm going to sneak out of here for a moment with Reese. You remember how hard it was to keep your hands off him, I'm sure. — Jessica Lemmon

Doesn't it take your breath away for a moment to hear God say, "I love you"? To which we, in our sinfulness, must certainly respond, "Why?" And then to hear him answer, "Because you're my child." To which we ask the obvious question, "Why would I, a hopeless sinner, now be called your cherished child?" Only to hear him say, "Because I wanted you, and I came to get you so that you might know me as Father. — David Platt

Life would take everything from you eventually. So who would be so stupid to leave someone they loved by choice? — Tommy Wallach