Eitling Quotes & Sayings

I think the tone of the show has certainly changed over the years, because it's really, really hard to do something different when you have a show going on as long as this has. — Dan Castellaneta

Poetry should make you feel good, life's already full of possibilities that make you feel bad. But, there's always the needed philosophical poem that puts you back into a reality that might not be so pleasant. — K.R. Royal

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value. — Evan Meekins

When I was growing up, all I wanted to do was fit in, but if you're perpetually an outsider, it gives you a perspective that might have a little more objectivity than people who really feel connected to their social environment in which they grow up. — Moby

The Couple's Manifesto:

We will trust each other.
We will respect each other.
We will encourage each other.
We will appreciate each other.
We will complement each other.
We will treasure each other.
We will cherish each other.
We will defend each other.
We will enjoy each other.
We will love each other.

We are of one mind,
though at times we think differently.
We are of one heart,
though at times we feel differently.
We are of one soul,
though at times we love differently. — Matshona Dhliwayo

At this time, about the only thing that was still regarded as perverted was a public display of affection toward one's wife. — John Maddox Roberts

She believed me fearless. But nothing frightened me as much as my sister's fears. — Jojo Moyes

Oh my God," Mrs. McIntire screamed. She'd dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. "Neely!"
Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter's name over and over. "She's going to be fine, sweetie," he kept saying.
I really wanted to believe him.
"Is she on the other side?" I paced the shore. I couldn't see anything except a piece of driftwood lying at the water's edge. "I don't see her."
Mr. McIntire didn't answer, only pointed across the rolling water.
A log had washed up on the shore. It looked like maybe the water had rubbed all the bark off and left a naked, saturated trunk behind.
"Tell me where she is." Aggravated, I stared until my eyes blurred with stress. "All I see is a damn log."
"Son," Sheriff Mills said from behind me. "That ain't a log. — K.D. Wood

When Jason Koumas is on form, he's the type of player who calls all the strings — Ian Rush