Died With Their Boots On Quotes & Sayings

By the way, Boots died and Opal says she hopes you're satisfied. — Fannie Flagg

Religious people of any serious kind made her nervous: they were like men in raincoats who might or might not be flashers. — Margaret Atwood

One dark brow arched. "You're getting the fuck-me look and thinking about Arnoldo? Do I have to kick his ass now, too?"
Chapter 11 pg. 193 — Sylvia Day

In this new life I am condemned to, is there nothing that is not open to doubt? — John Banville

Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died. — Suzanne Collins

Poet, do you think a melody would compliment one of you poems? I was fixing to compose one, fiddling with ideas in my head, but...would that make it a song and not a poem anymore? And I'm not saying I'll jot the tune down, but if I did, if you wanted it...that is to say, if you agreed, would that mean the poem has died? I don't want my lute to kill it, you see. Only when does a poem stop being a poem? Can it be a song, too?" He dropped his head and spoke to my boots. "Can they blend together?"
If only he were truly referring to artistry. — Natalia Jaster

Amidst the rush and confusion of modern life something old and wise is trying to catch up with us. Whereas simple knowledge tends to divide things, genuine wisdom tends to make meaningful unity possible. — Michael Meade

If you have a guy like Jermaine, it's a pain in the neck. When we were on the road together in Europe, Jesus, I had to kick the girls off of him. I mean, they throw themselves on the floor and take off their hats. — Pia Zadora

The history of mankind interests us only as it exhibits a steady gain of truth and right, in the incessant conflict which it records between the material and the moral nature. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

There was the one basic storyline, which everyone knew, with the few custom endings to choose now and again. Basic: humming grandmas and polycentric dancing and drinks made from tree sap and patriarchy. — Taiye Selasi

You are out of your freaking skull!
Maybe, but is that relevant? — Shannon McKenna

The only positive benefit of the injury to Flintoff may be the end of his captaincy ambitions — Michael Atherton

I'm not necessarily that big of a clubbing junkie, but I really like dance music as a genre. — Mika.

When the waif look first came into fashion, Anna Nicole Smith was in the Guess campaigns looking like a real woman. A girl who looks too thin and unhealthy does not look sexy to me, and she does not look right for Guess. — Paul Marciano

I loved working on '90210,' and I liked playing Ozzy because he was different from everybody else. And it was great because I got a great fan base. — Michael Trevino

I don't care if you hate me or if you like me, as long as somebody gives me a character that is really a character to play. It's fun to be able to have a character and have a director that can direct you into a character. I'm just so happy that I got a good role. I don't care if it's bad or if it's good, and I don't care if it's drama or comedy. They are just so rare to come across. — Salma Hayek

I have no political aspirations. That's it. — Kapil Dev

No nerve, hey? Not half a man! ... Buster Jack, why don't you finish game? Make up for your low-down tricks. At the last try to be worthy of your dad. In his day he was a real man ... Let him have the consolation that you faced Hell-Bent Wade an' died in your boots! — Zane Grey

I've always been in touring bands in some capacity. — Chris Stapleton

I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me. — Stephen Vincent Benet

He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? — Stephen King

This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as a slumberous offence to the company's eyesight, and assisted me up to bed with such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to be dangling them all against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, as I have described it, began before I was up in the morning, and lasted long after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned saving on exceptional occasions. — Charles Dickens