Dr Seuss Rhyme Quotes & Sayings

Have you been drinking?'
She shook her head into a pillow.
'Only thinking.'
We sounded like some sick sort of Dr. Seuss rhyme. — Kathryn Ormsbee

We cannot predict the new forces, powers, and discoveries that will be disclosed to us when we reach the other planets and set up new laboratories in space. They are as much beyond our vision today as fire or electricity would be beyond the imagination of a fish. — Arthur C. Clarke

Florida is a strange place: hot, beautiful, ugly. I love it here, and how nothing makes sense but still, somehow, there is a rhythm. — Roxane Gay

We may not agree on what a good society is, but... we will never have one until we realize that the public we complain about is us. — Kenneth L. Woodward

Real feminism is spinsterhood. It's time America admitted that old maids give all women a good name. — Florence King

Only electricity can give the transport sector the flexibility to switch fuels when one or more become too expensive. — Frederick W. Smith

I box in yellow Gox box socks. — Dr. Seuss

Auden? Does he rhyme? I only like poetry that rhymes. All
the best poets write in rhyme."
"Really?"
"Dr. Seuss and Shakespeare. You can't do better than that. — Shiela Jane

I mean, I love L.A. - I love living here. But I wish that we could make things without the need to hit a home run every single time. It's a unique thing to Hollywood that if you don't do that every time, then you're considered a failure. But it's like, 'Well, are you making movies to be successful? Or are you making movies to learn something?' — Kristen Stewart

We can't choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could. — Victoria Aveyard

I seek only the learning that treats of the knowledge of myself and instructs me how to die well and live well. — Michel De Montaigne

I grip Colin harder, kissing him longer, unwilling to let him go. This is what I want; this is what I've wanted since his damn phone interrupted us this morning, his mouth, his body claiming mine. I'm on fire, every muscle in my body attuned to his, my groin clenching with delicious need. When the voices grow louder his hold loosens.
"Don't stop, please," I beg into his mouth. Diving into me once more his tongue slays me, erases every thought of the outside world until the passion has left us breathless and we have to break away if only to live. His forehead presses to mine as we gasp together, the cold air barely cooling the heat raging between us.
-Midnight, A McKenna Chronicle — Elizabeth Miller

With the fragmentation of television audiences and the advent of cable and on-demand services, the prestige of being an anchor is not what it was in the days of Walter Cronkite. — Jill Abramson

If he is satisfied with only regretting me, when he might have obtained my affections and hand, I shall soon cease to regret him at all. — Jane Austen