Featherstones Grill Quotes & Sayings

That's bad luck: three on a midget. — Groucho Marx

I like being a pin-up girl. There's nothing wrong with it. — Jayne Mansfield

Great griefs medicine the less. — William Shakespeare

The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish;
Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly;
So to the brave man every land's a home. — Ovid

Hope is something that can never be taken from you unless you allow someone to take it. If you never lose hope, you will never truly be poor. — John M. Simmons

I was a wolf on a leash, a leash that I held. And one night, when I was ten, the wolf broke the leash. — Anonymous

Do you remember being born? Only a few can say they do and not be caught immediately in the lie, and most of them are wizards. I, of course, remember it perfectly. Certain benefits are granted to narrators as part of the hiring package, to compensate for our irregular hours and unsafe working conditions. — Catherynne M Valente

What's interesting is often people think life changes when you have a record deal and you do all kinds of stuff. Obviously your life changes, but nothing changes your life like getting married and having kids. — Jamie Cullum

Everyone can draw when they're five. Most of us lose the ability. — Anthony Browne

Dance madly as if all of life is meant for dancing and celebrating. — Osho

The "great tradition" does not brook even the possibility of libidinal gratification between the pages as an end in itself, and FR Leavis's "eat up your broccoli" approach to fiction emphasises this junkfood/wholefood dichotomy. — F.R. Leavis

It can feel so lonely, to see strangers out in the day, shopping, on a day that is not a good one. On this one: the day I returned from the emergency room after having a fit about wanting to remove my mouth. Not an easy day to look at people in their vivid clothes, in their shining hair, pointing and smiling at colorful woven sweaters.
I wanted to erase them all. But I also wanted to be them all, and I could not erase them and want to be them at the same time.
At home, Joseph was nicer to me than usual and we played a silent game of Parcheesi for an hour in the slanted box of remaining sunlight on the carpet. Dad came by and brought me a pillow. Mom went to take a nap. Joseph won. I went to bed early. I woke up the same. — Aimee Bender