Frankee Furb Quotes & Sayings

If you're going to be thinking, you may as well think big. — Donald Trump

I went to Florida when I was 15. That was my first time in America, so you learn about how different the regions are. — Janet Montgomery

I probably had the most fun recording For Richer For Poorer in Nashville. — Mark Edwards

History is, after all, something that happened to people. No 'force' whether economic or political can act except as it acts through the minds and bodies of human beings. — Priscilla Smith Robertson

ground-nuts to keep you alive till I return. If any of you do not know how to clean and cook them, Captain Grant will show you. I promise you I will have all the food you want at this place — Michael Joseph Canavan

Nothing gives you a fear flashback like a bunch of strangers cheering in surprise that you're not dead. — Tina Fey

Fear of curiosity kills the cat ... slowly. — Brian Spellman

War teaches us honesty. Honesty with ourselves. For war is a merciless debunker; it debunks great and small alike....When bombs are crashing and fires raging, people are exactly what they are -- nothing more, nothing less. At such times you have the sensation of standing morally naked in public, and you will never be able to forget it, try as hard as you may. — Rulka Langer

Fish live in water. Men die in it.Nature is diverse, and not all tastes are the same. — Zhuangzi

Divide and rule is the way Congress does their politics while we say let's unite and do development. — Narendra Modi

I always ask myself, would I want someone to do something that wasn't comfortable for them just to please me? And the answer is no. — Natalie Portman

I remember that day very clearly: I had received a phone call. A friend had been in an accident. Perhaps she would not live. She had very little face, and her spine was broken in two places. She had not yet moved; the doctor described her as "a pebble in water." I walked around Brooklyn and noticed that the faded peri-winkle of the abandoned Mobil gas station on the corner was suddenly blooming. In the baby-shit yellow showers at my gym, where snow sometimes fluttered in through the cracked gated windows, I noticed that the yellow paint was peeling in spots, and a decent, industrial blue was trying to creep in. At the bottom of the swimming pool, I watched the white winter light spangle the cloudy blue and I knew together they made God. When I walked into my friend's hospital room, her eyes were a piercing, pale blue and the only part of her body that could move. I was scared. So was she. The blue was beating. — Maggie Nelson