Grumpys Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

Only a pint at breakfast-time, and a pint and a half at eleven o'clock, and a quart or so at dinner. And then no more till the afternoon; and half a gallon at supper-time. No one can object to that. — R.D. Blackmore

People relying on others or someone to complete them are delaying the opportunity to discover the person they are meant to be. — Dodinsky

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. — Suzanne Collins

Ah, you're an Irish lass." "As are you." His smile tipped and laughter twinkled in his eyes. "Not a lass, exactly, but Irish-born, for sure." Wasn't that just like a man. Knew exactly what she meant and yet turned her words about. "You know full well I didn't mean you were a lass." "Didn't you now? — Sarah M. Eden

Once love had seemed like magic. Now it seemed like tricks. — Lorrie Moore

Jim, I'm not aware of any formal requests from the Senate Judiciary Committee for these kinds of documents. — Alberto Gonzales

To be sure, theory is useful. But without warmth of heart and without love it bruises the very ones it claims to save. — Andre Gide

It is the duty of our men to enroll themselves in the national services. We need all our manpower for defence. For the military and ... we need a quarter of a million men. — Eamon De Valera

I don't think Silicon Valley understands the power of Wikipedia, how it works, or the opportunities it represents. — Mitch Kapor

You have to be daring and make something that doesn't look like anybody else. — Lee Clow

Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself. — Doc Holliday

Artists are valuable to public discussion: They show the correlation between doing and thinking. — Olafur Eliasson

Some hopes were weeds, easy to eradicate with a yank and a pull. Some, however, were vines, fast growing, tenacious, and impossible to clear. — Sherry Thomas

There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. — Charles Dickens