Figestin Quotes & Sayings

Around Whitehall, a sacking from Churchill was known as the 'awarding of the Order of the Boot. — Winston S. Churchill

We wanted more. We knocked the butt ends of our forks against the table, tapped our spoons against our empty bowls; we were hungry. We wanted more volume, more riots. We turned up the knob on the TV until our ears ached with the shouts of angry men. We wanted more music on the radio; we wanted beats; we wanted rock. We wanted muscles on our skinny arms. We had bird bones, hollow and light, and we wanted more density, more weight. We were six snatching hands, six stomping feet; we were brothers, boys, three little kings locked in a feud for more. — Justin Torres

The only continent not in equilibrium is Africa, where a substantial share of capital is owned by foreigners. — Thomas Piketty

Eliminate the unnecessary and focus on the substance. — Tommy Ramone

Truthfully, there's nothing mysterious about Public Relations. It's all about how your client - whether it's a company, an individual, a foundation, a music group - relates to the public. Central to this is their reputation. — Ed Zitron

Is not this steadfastness to mark, to make, the character of your lives? Is it not God's will that we should press steadily on to our goal in obedience to Him, in channels of His choosing, whether in sunshine or shadow, in the cheer of spring or in the chill of winter, neither detained by pleasure nor deterred by pain? — Maltbie Davenport Babcock

I was told that Federalist Society conventions were intellectually serious, courteous, and open to various points of view, and that has certainly been my experience. — Sanford Levinson

He only wished to fight and cultivate an anger toward me, thus alleviating his guilt, but I would not abet him in this. — Patrick DeWitt

The higher the classification of secrecy, the quicker you will report it. — George P. Shultz

The captive had broken off the stalagmite, and upon the stump had placed a stone, wherein he had scooped a shallow hollow to catch the precious drop that fell once in every three minutes with the dreary regularity of a clock- tick
a dessertspoonful once in four and twenty hours. That drop was falling when the Pyramids were new; when Troy fell; when the foundations of Rome were laid when Christ was crucified; when the Conqueror created the British empire; when Columbus sailed; when the massacre at Lexington was "news." It is falling now; it will still be falling when all these things shall have sunk down the afternoon of history, and the twilight of tradition, and been swallowed up in the thick night of oblivion. Has everything a purpose and a mission? Did this drop fall patiently during five thousand years to be ready for this flitting human insect's need? — Mark Twain

My first encounter with a baguette, torn still warm from its paper sheathing, shattered and sighed on contact. The sound stopped me in my tracks, the way a crackling branch gives deer pause; that's what good crust does. Once I began to chew, the flavor unfolded, deep with yeast and salt, the warm humidity of the tender crumb almost breathing against my lips. — Sasha Martin