Gabrielsens Country Quotes & Sayings
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Destination should not be determined based on a map you have. destination should be determined first, only thyen you can find a right map. — Clio Freya

All equally see in the convulsion in America an era in the history of the world, out of which must come in the end a general recognition of the right of mankind to the produce of their labor and the pursuit of happiness. — Charles Francis Adams, Sr.

I don't think anybody ever really just retires where they don't do anything. — Ozzie Smith

He hated this feeling of free-floating, just drifting from place to place, thought to thought, without any sense of anchor or root. — Nora Roberts

The rest of my family are obsessed by 'The X Factor:' I'm intrigued by it, although its musical values are far away from mine, like a cup of tea with 400 lumps of sugar in it. There's something very strange about Simon Cowell's lips, isn't there? — Charles Hazlewood

Today's Baudelaires are hip-hop artists. — Jonathan Franzen

Where does the hand become the wrist?
where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed
and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that
razor's edge
between something and nothing, between
one and the other. — Simon Armitage

I'm gay, it's all a big scam. My kids don't even know who their mother is. — Harry Connick Jr.

A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor. — Rachel Cohn

When dragons attack, the only thing you should seek to stand behind is your own sword. — Richelle E. Goodrich

Man, when living, is soft and tender; when dead, he is hard and tough. All animals and plants when living are tender and delicate; when dead they become withered and dry. Therefore it is said: the hard and tough are parts of death; the soft and tender are parts of life. — Laozi

I read in a book that they cut off the workers' hands if they hadn't collected enough rubber by the end of the day. The Belgian foremen would bring baskets full of brown hands back to the boss, piled up like a mess of fish. Could this be true of civilized white Christians? In — Barbara Kingsolver