Fratty Group Quotes & Sayings

I believe in the Bible, and I believe in Jesus. It's a big part of my life. — Matt Lanter

Grace always wins. — Jefferson Bethke

The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need? — George Herbert

There's a huge question of whether you really need water for life. — Ellen Stofan

Death takes what man would keep," said the butterfly, "and leaves what man would lose. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. I warm my hands before the fire of life and get four-way relief. — Peter S. Beagle

Disbelief. Pain. Resolve. Christ, she was exquisite. He was going to screw her ten different ways until she couldn't stand up, and then send her home to wipe the floor with that man. — Kitty French

That kind of absolute faith is one of those things that, like virginity, can only be lost once — Tana French

Public servants are paid to serve the American people. Do it well. — Donald Rumsfeld

At the heart of good education are those gifted, hardworking, and memorable teachers whose inspiration kindles fires that never quite go out, whose remembered encouragement is sometimes the only hard ground we stand upon, and whose very selves are the stuff of the best lessons they ever teach us. Most of us, no matter how long ago it's been, can name our kindergarten teacher. Our first music teacher. Our junior high algebra teacher. Good teachers never die. — Rosalie Maggio

Like everything else, the beans had exploded with growth in the last few days. "Holy jumping garbanzos!" my father declared. My mother answered with, "Great leapin' limas! — Will Hobbs

There is no accountability in the public school system - except for coaches. You know what happens to a losing coach. You fire him. A losing teacher can go on losing for 30 years and then go to glory. — Ross Perot

I've built my whole life around loving music. I'm a writer for 'Rolling Stone,' so I am constantly searching for new bands and soaking up new sounds. — Rob Sheffield

Standing near the wall, surrounded by what looked like a group of total fratty jockish dudes, was a man. A very fine man. He looked a few years younger than me, with brown hair that fell all over his head in an artfully messy way that looked like he might have just rolled out of bed, but you knew was done on purpose. He had thick, pretty lips that were made for sin, stretching into a delicious smile that showed even teeth. Dimples. Fuck me up, we have dimples! Deep, deep dimples that I wanted to put my tongue into. I blushed a fire red, but I didn't stop my depraved up and down assessment. — T.J. Klune