Exhilaratingly Energetic Quotes & Sayings

There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find. — Richard K. Morgan

We ain't never gonna lose this land. — Mildred D. Taylor

Keisha, my love," I said in my fey-est, gayest drawl, "your bum doesn't just look big, it is big. No, I take that back. It's enormous. Planets feel inferior beside it . Lesser bums are drawn into orbit around it. Last time it went dark, everyone said, Oh, is it an eclipse? And I told them, 'No, it's Keisha's bum blotting out the sun.' I could compose odes to the size of your bum."

Jude answering Keisha's question "Does my bum look big in this?"

Merrow, JL (2013-04-09). Slam! (Kindle Locations 35-38). — J.L. Merrow

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way. — Seamus Heaney

People vote for the president, not the vice president. I think sometimes people that are in the veepstakes talk too much about this and certainly the media does. I don't think that it's that important. — Rob Portman

Born poor, but of honored and humble people, I am particularly proud to die poor. — Pope John XXIII

Whenever people say, 'We mustn't be sentimental,' you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add, 'We must be realistic,' they mean they are going to make money out of it. — Brigid Brophy

Dare to accomplish the things you've only dreamed about doing. If you can dream it, you can do it. — Denise Austin

Some people call him proud but I am sure I never saw anything of it. To my fancy, it is only because he does not rattle away like other young men. — Jane Austen

We are silver houses of noble and ancient blood, allied with rebels, criminals, servants and thieves. Abilities or not, our ways of life stand in direct opposition. Our goals are not the same. The council chamber is a powder keg. If I'm lucky it will explode. Blow apart any threat of marriage. Destroy the cage they want to put me back in. — Victoria Aveyard

All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard. — Sara Teasdale