Groop Quotes & Sayings

It was in Shizuoka, where my home was. I first attended this school when I was five years old. I also attended a regular elementary school, and I was taking piano lessons with a local teacher. I began to study composition at the Yamaha school. And I continued to study there until the age of 15. — Hiromi

But to raise one's hopes is to risk their falling further. — Anthony Doerr

Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes. — Douglas Adams

A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life. — Henry Ward Beecher

I don't think many people anticipated how the Internet was going to revolutionize the way we disseminate information. — Larry Flynt

Scrutamini scripturas (Let us look at the scriptures). These two words have undone the world. — John Selden

You have made some mistakes and you may not be where you want to be, but that has nothing to do with your future. — Zig Ziglar

An artist is made up of madness with attitude — Subhasis Das

In a highly popular statement, we are told that the family has progressed from institution to companionship. But, as Ortega y Gasset has written, "people do not live together merely to be together. They live together to do something together". To suppose that the present family, or any other group, can perpetually vitalize itself through some indwelling affectional tie, in the absence of concrete, perceived functions, is like supposing that the comradely ties of mutual aid which grow up incidentally in a militar unit will along outlast a condition in which war is plainly and irrevocably banished . Applied to the family, the argument suggests that affection and personality cultivation can somehow exist in a social vacum, unsupported by the determining goals and ideals of economic and political society. — Robert A. Nisbet

With more women in power, the world would be better off. — Sandra Tsing Loh

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams