Foller Quotes & Sayings

Victory is produced by and belongs to all. — Bill Walsh

This morning I wake to the blue-white light of an approaching spring in New York: the kind of light that promises it will not be this cold forever. — Tre Miller Rodriguez

There really was nothing firm, nothing certain. Even here, even at this place where he thought he'd found something permanent - everything could change in a day. Everything could be lost so quickly. — S.J. Kincaid

We are not old men. We are not worried about petty morals. — Keith Richards

Money, when considered as the fruit of many years' industry, as the reward of labor, sweat and toil, as the widow's dowry and children's portion, and as the means of procuring the necessaries and alleviating the afflictions of life, and making old age a scene of rest, has something in it sacred that is not to be sported with, or trusted to the airy bubble of paper currency. — Thomas Paine

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying. — Lawrence Durrell

There's no day that is the same as the day before. So you have to be energized; you have to be focused. — Hillary Clinton

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear.
It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you. — L.J.Smith

Sourwood Mountain

Chickens a-crowin' on Sourwood Mountain,
Hey, ho, diddle-um day.
So many pretty girls I can't count 'em,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.

My true love's a blue-eyed daisy,
She won't come and I'm too lazy.

Big dog bark and little one bite you,
Big girl court and little one spite you.

My true love's a blue-eyed daisy,
If I don't get her, I'll go crazy.

My true love lives at the head of the holler,
She won't come and I won't foller.

My true love lives over the river,
A few more jumps and I'll be with her.

Ducks in the pond, geese in the ocean,
Devil's in the women if they take a notion. — Unknown

Most wise men, in their private sentiments, have ever treated hereditary right with contempt; yet — Thomas Paine