Falkor Rifles Quotes & Sayings

No longer should we rely on oil from countries that are not necessarily friendly or democratic. — Cathy McMorris Rodgers

I think there's a knowingness in my face. — Rebecca De Mornay

I always tend to think of all of my shows as possibly my last show. I'm like a junior Springsteen, without the underbite. — Dana Carvey

There is nothing someone can do or say to me in this life that can hurt me without my permission anymore. I've already survived the hardest battle ever, the one with myself. Bring it. — Toni Verticelli

I know Reverend Jesse Jackson is controversial, and not a popular figure with many, but he hired me in 1984. He gave me my first job in politics. — Donna Brazile

You can't be a victim and heal. — A. J. Langer

The more we become sensitive to our own journey the more we realize that we are leaving and coming back every day, every hour. Our minds wander away but eventually return; our hearts leave in search of affection and return sometimes broken; our bodies get carried away in their desires then sooner or later return. It's never one dramatic life moment but a constant series of departures and returns. — Henri J.M. Nouwen

If the prudence of reserve and decorum dictates silence in some circumstances, in others prudence of a higher order may justify us in speaking our thoughts. — Edmund Burke

I took a shower and spent some time on my hair, doing the blow-drying thing, adding some gel and some spray. When I was done I looked like Cher on a bad day. Still, Cher on a bad day wasn't all that bad. I was down to my last clean pair of spandex shorts. I tugged on a matching sports bra that doubled as a halter top and slid a big, loose, purple T-shirt with a large, droopy neck over my head. I laced up my hightop Reeboks, crunched down my white socks, and felt pretty cool. — Janet Evanovich

The Enemy's lies are often powered by truth. — Steven Furtick

But even though I felt her presence, I also felt the habitual fruitlessness of thinking about her. Her images, partly memories of her, partly memories of photos I had seen of her, yielded no new answers to old mysteries. — Jane Smiley

Although all poets aspire to be birds, no bird aspires to be a poet. — Mary Ruefle