Grownish Quotes & Sayings

Quick, how do you pick up a cat?"
"Buy her a drink. — Elizabeth Chandler

When I started writing, I did have some idealised notion of my dad as a writer. But I have less and less of a literary rivalry with him as I've gone on. I certainly don't feel I need his approval, although maybe that's because I'm confident that I've got it. — Paul Theroux

Do you know that the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course over-estimated, since it is a necessity prejudiced in its own favor. ...There is plenty more life demanding to be born. ...He was worth nothing to the world. The supply is too large. — Jack London

Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, you all had great moments, but you never tasted the supreme triumph; you were never a farm boy riding in from the fields on a bulging rack of new-mown hay. — Grant Wood

Awaiting to see the other side of the Coin, whatever it is, Accept it, because you Deserve it — Vinay Kumar

Moses, Aaron, Abraham, they're all a waste of time. It's your ass that's on the line. — Frank Zappa

Every day is different, and some days are better than others, but no matter how challenging the day, I get up and live it. — Muhammad Ali

He was not tall, but the fingers that held his hat against his overcoat were exceptionally long and thin. She saw how they moved one at a time against the dark brown felt, pressing themselves against the fabric almost imperceptibly, like a pulse under the skin. The way a child's fingers might move in sleep. — Alice McDermott

Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back. — Karen Marie Moning

I like to find music that shares a rhythm with the sentences I'm working on. And though I'll probably regret saying this, I think some songs actually don't sound too bad when they're played through lousy speakers. — Rosecrans Baldwin

Prize that which is best in the universe; and this is that which useth everything and ordereth everything. — Marcus Aurelius

Pilkington, at Mombasa, had produced individuals who were sexually mature at four and full grown at six and a half. A scientific triumph. But socially useless. Six-year-old men and women were too stupid to do even Epsilon work. And the process was an all-or-nothing one; either you failed to modify at all, or else you modified the whole way. They were still trying to find the ideal compromise between adults of twenty and adults of six. So far without success. Mr Foster sighed and shook his head. — Aldous Huxley