Gambols Bar Quotes & Sayings

We were so hungry for 'Sex and the City' that even though it was heightened and written by gay men, we just needed to see different women on television. Give us another movie. — Beth Littleford

As the sun rises first on mountain-tops and gilds them with his light, and presents one of the most charming sights to the eye of the traveller; so is it one of the most delightful contemplations in the world to mark the glow of the Spirit's light on the head of some saint, who has risen up in spiritual stature. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

The familiar would of sense experience is not entirely objectively real, but is to some extent a product of the scientists' reasoning. — Fulton J. Sheen

The morality code that remains after the religion that produced it is rejected is like the perfume that lingers in an empty bottle. — Sigrid Undset

Music's the medicine of the mind. — John A. Logan

Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him', I wrote with more confidence. 'It can't be done. More important-don't let him try to change you. — Diana Gabaldon

Arisa: "You bastard! Why don't I teach you a lesson!"
Kyo: "I'd like to see you try, bitch!"
Yuki: "I have a winning hand."
Tohru: "I knew you'd be good at this. — Natsuki Takaya

The variances between the Gilgamesh and Moses stories are explained by the era and location, reflecting also the values of the people, as well as the agendas of the wealthy elite and ruling class of the time. These differences are germane in establishing the various influences, mores and other important aspects of a particular culture. As we can see, however, there are many details in common that indicate a shared archetype, some of which we will examine further. — D.M. Murdock

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose you resolved to effect. — William Shakespeare

Life is a most precious gift of the divine. — Vishwas Chavan

Some natures are so sour and ungrateful that they are never to be obliged. — Roger L'Estrange

When I turned to leave the groom to his work, I saw that D's ranch manager had been watching us. His name was Boy Long, and he was exotic-looking for these parts, with jet-black hair and a single gold hoop in one ear. His particular flair made me think of a pirate. "What's in the tincture?" he wanted to know. "Nothing unusual." He looked me up and down. "I don't believe you, but you can keep your secret." A — Paula McLain