Fwee Quotes & Sayings

As the elevator door started to close, she stood and put up one hand to wave goodbye. That's one of those frozen memories for me, because there was something in Greta's solemn wave that made me understand it was about something bigger. That as the elevator door eclipsed the look between us, we were really saying goodbye to the girls we used to be. Girls who knew how to play invisible mermaids, who could run through dark aisles, pretending to save the world. — Carol Rifka Brunt

Yeah, that. Keep the pot. Bweak it. Give it away. You can do what you want, Woan. You can do what you want because you fwee. Wememba that. And you beautiful, too. You should have the best of anything, but all I have to give you is a pot. He offered one last misshapen smile, or maybe that one was a frown. — Michael J. Sullivan

Breathe deep."
"Deeply," I forced out through my tingling mouth.
"What?"
"Deeply. Adverbs follow verbs."
"Seriously? You're giving me a grammar lesson in the middle of your barfing? — Rachel Hawthorne

I don't think of my music as something that works well in the background. And because a lot of it isn't in 4/4, people might not like to dance to it. — Max Tundra

Stupidity is the result of a complete absence of imagination, silliness of its excess — Martin Boyd

Girls are not just put on earth for men's amusement while they do the important things. — Cris Mazza

My peopole like to sing," he informed her easily. "They like it best when they're shitfaced. — Kristen Ashley

Yeah, I'm not into sports. If someone told me I had athlete's foot, I'd say that's not my foot! — Mitch Hedberg

Some people have said Brother Khalid was a villain, but we know he was a victim in a world that is evil. Racism and injustice are the real villains here. — Khalid Abdul Muhammad

Better not be at all than not be noble. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The story she then told was as all attempts at sympathy are: an effort to match in form and size and detail what another has known: to hold one experience next to another the way lovers and children match fingers and hands, as if these two, side by side, are linked by their likeness, are both identical and unique. — Alice McDermott