Errantry Farm Quotes & Sayings

The day Blink-182 announced their hiatus, I felt as if a part of me died. — Alex Gaskarth

I spent 22 years in the United States military, so I'm a pretty strategic level thinker. — Allen West

I say this to myself alone: when you feel crushed, those around you look broken. When you glow, darkness turns to black light. If you hurt, even the comforts you are offered wound you. As you prosper, your failures prove to be just the right thing, perfect. — Bahauddin

Go off, I discard you. Let — William Shakespeare

Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry. — Ellen Hopkins

I think the media has been in denial just like the party regulars have been in denial. They just don't understand that the government that we have today is not what the people want as a government. — Carl Paladino

Moments later, there was a loud, protracted crashing sound. "Motherfucker!" "What was that?" "I just backed through the garage door." "Jesus. You okay?" "I'm fine," she said. "The whole damn door came down. I'll just drive over it." "Drive carefully. — Jonathan Tropper

One never finds life worth living. One always has to make it work living. — Harry Emerson Fosdick

She can take a year to read something, whereas I like a book that becomes more important in my life that life itself.
When I was in the middle of 'Red Storm Rising' by Tom Clancy - which was not selected for the Man Booker shortlist - you could have taken my liver out and fed it to the dog. And I wouldn't have noticed. — Jeremy Clarkson

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest ... White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I don't like love as a command, as a search. It must come to you, like a hungry cat at the door. — Charles Bukowski

My first vivid memory is ... when first I looked into her face and she looked into mine. That I do remember, and that exchanging looks I have carried with me all of my life. We recognized each other. I was her child and she was my mother. — Pearl S. Buck

Always be prepared to start. — Joe Montana