Funny Newborn Baby Boy Quotes & Sayings

I hate boring. I always do my best to find the imperfections. That's where the fun usually is. — Pittacus Lore

Aidi nodded. "Lying to yourself's always a problem," he said. — K.J. Parker

Her foot rammed into a mossy log, knocking her off balance. Even in the fading light she could see that there was nothing up ahead but more forest. She looked at the ground. The path had disappeared.
"There's no road left," she said, panic in her voice. She whipped her head around to face Driggs. "So Dead End really is a dead end?"
He smirked at her. "What, you thought it was just a cute name?"
"Driggs," she said, trying to keep her tone steady, "show me the way to that cabin, or I swear to God I'll feed you to the first bear that inevitably shows up to eat us. — Gina Damico

I think everything is fair game to a certain extent. — Gary Gulman

We are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age — Charles Bukowski

When the trust account is high, communication is easy, instant, and effective. — Stephen R. Covey

I live a soldier's life when I'm working. That's how it feels to me, except I've got a slightly greater chance of survival. — Tilda Swinton

Whatever a man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself to this: Great God, grant that twice two be not four. — Ivan Turgenev

It's okay," he said. "We're together." He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that. — Rick Riordan

Soldiers and peasants lived together on friendly terms; they knew each other and their everyday routines, and trusted each other; they shook their heads together over the war. — Ernst Toller

You are the gift that only you would have to give. — Silvia Hartmann

As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like the culture of flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning. They give themselves a last wash and brush-up, their oscillated eyes roll, and they fall down the curtains. — Jean Baudrillard