Edgbaston Cricket Quotes & Sayings

If you are not in some way living your life like a Dr. Suess rhyme, than you may in fact be living it wrong. — Thurman P. Banks Jr.

I had already been a young singer. And once, as a profession, I was a young singer, what you would call a soprano in England, but I was an alto in singing Jewish music in bar mitzvahs and weddings and synagogues throughout New York City because, after Israel, New York is probably the biggest Jewish community in the world. — Charlemagne Palestine

Slavery is said to have been unknown among the Tamils". But — C. Manoranjithamoni

I feel that if God had really wanted us to have enough oil, he would never have given us a Department of Energy. — Robert Orben

I can not stop despair but I can stand up & speak truthfully against it to make it uncomfortable every time it knocks on my door!
Bullying Ben — Timothy Pina

What is that gun firing for?" said Boxer. "To celebrate our victory!" cried Squealer. "What victory?" said Boxer. His knees were bleeding, he had lost a shoe and split his hoof, and a dozen pellets had lodged themselves in his hind leg. "What victory, comrade? Have we not driven the enemy off our soil - the sacred soil of Animal Farm?" "But they have destroyed the windmill. And we had worked on it for two years!" "What matter? We will build another windmill. We will build six windmills if we feel like it. You do not appreciate, comrade, the mighty thing that we have done. The enemy was in occupation of this very ground that we stand upon. And now - thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon - we have won every inch of it back again!" "Then we have won back what we had before," said Boxer. "That is our victory," said Squealer. — George Orwell

I used to be so embarrassed by salsa; I wasn't into it. — La India

I feel SF is going through an experimental phase right now. — Sarah Zettel

Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be a litter box ... sweaty socks ... and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like. — Wendi McLendon-Covey

In taking up another's cross, one must sometimes get crushed by the weight. — Paul Kalanithi