Grosshandler Dermatologist Quotes & Sayings

Whoever thought up the word 'mammogram'? Every time I hear it, I think I'm supposed to put my breast in an envelope and send it to someone. — Jan King

Black smoke wafted around her, covering her from the waist downward. She drifted fingers through the top of it. It curled and eddied just like real smoke. Khalil was making his presence known to the Vampyres in no uncertain terms. She stirred the smoke with a forefinger. It looked really neat, actually, like she was standing in the mouth of a volcano. Or maybe in the mouth of hell.

"Meet my companion," she said. "He's not very friendly."

Khalil Somebody Important. Which probably meant he was the Bane of More Than One Person's Existence. He might possibly be the Bane of Quite a Few Peoples' Existences. For the first time since meeting him, Grace felt almost cheerful. — Thea Harrison

Something always turned up. That was Tom's philosophy. — Patricia Highsmith

I'll be looking at the moon,
but I'll be seeing you. — Michael Ondaatje

Someone like myself, who claimed to be a real madman, living and organized with a Pythagorean precision ... — Salvador Dali

People who want to live like Olympian gods must have slaves whom they throw into their fishponds and gladiators who fight during their masters sumptuous banquets-and the pleasure-seekers never care if some blood splatters on them. — Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch

When you ask yourself, whoever you are, that think you're going to support Donald Trump, think, do you believe in the Constitution? Are you going to change the Constitution? — Rand Paul

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought. — T. S. Eliot

We're often so busy cutting through the undergrowth we don't even realise we're in the wrong jungle. — Stephen Covey

Soccer is a man's game, not an outing for mamby-pambies. — Jack Charlton

Let my heiress have full rights,
Live in my house, sing songs that I composed.
Yet how slowly my strength ebbs,
How the tortured breast craves air.
The love of my friends, my enemies' rancor
And the yellow roses in my bushy garden,
And a lover's burning tenderness-all this
I bestow upon you, messenger of dawn.
Also the glory for which I was born,
For which my star, like some whirlwind, soared
And now falls. Look, its falling
Prophesies your power, love and inspiration.
Preserving my generous bequest,
You will live long and worthily.
Thus it will be. You see, I am content,
Be happy, but remember me. — Anna Akhmatova

It would be as easy for the United States to build a tower to remove the sun, as to remove polygamy, or the Church and Kingdom of God. — Heber C. Kimball