Flour Sack Towel Quotes & Sayings

It comes down to this: What kind of father are you? What kind of husband are you? What kind of coach or teammate are you? What kind of son are you? What kind of friend are you? Success comes in terms of relationships. — Joe Ehrmann

Sir, do you know how they were used to fill balloons, and how they now do it?"

"No," said Alverstoke. "I've no doubt, however, that I soon shall."

He was right. From then on Felix, who had acquired a tattered copy of the History and Practice of Aerostation, maintained a flow of conversation, largely informative, but interspersed with eager questions. — Georgette Heyer

Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time. — Sara Paddison

If politics mean ... the effort to secure through legislative action better conditions of life for the people, greater opportunities for our children and other people's children ... then it most assuredly is a woman's job as much as it is a man's job. — Irene Parlby

I never thought of myself as a movie star. I'm just a working girl. A working girl who worked her way to the top - and never fell off. — Susan Hayward

But out of the desert, from the dry places and the dreadful suns, come the cruel children of the lonely God; the real Unitarians who with scimitar in hand have laid waste the world. For it is not well for God to be alone. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

I live in a high rise with my family part of the year in New York and I don't know three quarters of the people in the building. We live in the same square-footage and I wouldn't know who they were. — Dan Aykroyd

If everybody knows where everything is kept you can avoid wasting time looking for things. — Anthea Turner

From Woody's Restaurant, Middlebury"


Today, noon, a young macho friendly waiter and three diners,
business types - two males, one female -
are in a quandary about the name of the duck paddling
Otter Creek,
the duck being brown, but too large to be a female mallard.
They really want to know, and I'm the human-watcher behind the nook
of my table,
camouflaged by my stillness and nonchalant plumage.
They really want to know.
This sighting I record in the back of my Field Guide to People. — Greg Delanty