Granolas Urban Quotes & Sayings

When I said that the mentally ill should be in institutions, public universities weren't the kind of institutions I had in mind. — Robert Stacy McCain

One thing I can say about George ... he may not be able to keep a job, but he's not boring. — Barbara Bush

Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials,
With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile.
Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger
From one spot on, to the next spot on, to the next spot on, to the next ... — Sadat X

I thought you were talking figuratively! I kept asking and you kept saying, "An entrance to Hell," so I thought, Very well, Cabal, have your moment of melodrama now and bathos later when it turns out your talking about Ipswitch or somewhere, but you meant it. You actually meant it literally. — Jonathan L. Howard

He walked, looking about him angrily and distractedly. All his ideas now seemed to be circling round some single point, and he felt that there really was such a point, and that now, now, he was left facing that point - and for the first time, indeed, during the last two months. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I look at myself as a game-changer, and I try to make that a facet of my game. — Lawrence Timmons

First we had the land and they had the Bibles, now we have the Bibles and they have the land — Chief Dan George

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word. — Walt Whitman

How hard, how bitter it is to become a man! — Albert Camus

I think there's something fun about television where, as an actor, when you read the script each week, it's like how the audience experiences watching the show each week. — Matt Barr

The singing stopped when I walked in. They all turned and stared at me, Bonne-Bell-Orange-Crush-glossed mouths hanging open, looking at me with the same horror and excitement they'd exhibit it I had just walked into the room naked. I stood there frozen, hyperaware of my scruffiness, my shirt untucked and one ponytail higher than the other. The Bad Dog turned me in on myself like a vortex, gleefully saying, Look, look. There they are, here you are. Separate. You do not belong. — Stacy Pershall

In brief, without being mindful of death, whatever Dharma practices you take up will be merely superficial. — Milarepa