Gunshot Of Hell Quotes & Sayings

Kraop was the sound that I heard. Heard it twice--kraop, kraop--one time each for my two fingers that got broke. I heard my bones pop before I felt anything, gunshot-loud they echoed in my ears. Maybe that was the tip-off what'd just happened was going to hurt like hell. Wrong. It hurt so bad, I didn't feel a thing. — John Ridley

I don't know if anybody's ever ready for another award season. It's kind of like Christmas. — James McAvoy

I've watched 'Doctor Who' since I was a kid. I loved it, and I still love it. I can geek out about it, like when I go to set and see the TARDIS. — Richard Madden

I was born in Hell. But I am no demon. I am beige and colorful. I was quiet in this room. But I am learning to be loud. Can you hear me? I will make my mark, wherever i am. It is my space. I'll make it mine. I choose. I choose.If I voice my truth, no one loses. — Cecil Castellucci

Trees like to have kids climb on them, but trees are much bigger than we are, and much more forgiving. — Diane Frolov

As I said, men value their independence in a weird way, above practically everything. — George Weinberg

I didn't want to go through all the shit anymore- the feeling of being so fucking in love every single day that it hurt like a gunshot in your gut. Who the hell would want to feel like that for the rest of their life? — Tiffanie DeBartolo

Repent of their sins and turn to God - and prove they have changed by the good things they do. — Anonymous

If a king should fall under such contempt or envy that he could not keep his subjects in their duty but by oppression and ill usage, and by rendering them poor and miserable, it were certainly better for him to quit his kingdom than to retain it by such methods as make him, while he keeps the name of authority, lose the majesty due to it. — Thomas More

Things are not as easy to understand and say as we might prefer to believe; most events are inexpressible, happening in a space where no word has ever set foot, and most inexpressible of all are works of art, mysterious existences, whose life continues as ours passes away. — Rainer Maria Rilke

The pardoned soul is out of the gunshot of hell (Rom. 8:33). — Thomas Watson

May I ask how your revolution's going?
Revolutions always go more smoothly around a campfire in the jungle than they do in real life. — Colin Cotterill