Holden Caulfield Troubled Quotes & Sayings

If you have reasons to love someone, you don't love them. — Slavoj Zizek

A Dream bring us to the most Beautiful Places. — Jan Jansen

this woman I have always adored. I think — Nicholas Sparks

I think I was a nomad in another life. — Donna Karan

It is hardly lonely in a nunnery, son, with other women. And God is there."
Morgause said, "I would rather dwell in a hermitage in the forest than in a house full of chattering ladies! If God is there, it must be hard for him to get a word in edgewise! — Marion Zimmer Bradley

We all are unique, but we are also part of the humanity, which is our common body. With harmony, love, kindness, and compassion we can live together with joy and happiness. — Debasish Mridha

Reporters don't know me, because I don't talk to them; I just talk to the players. — Moses Malone

Violence is almost an everyday occurrence in some Muslim lands: it should not be exacerbated by revenge attacks on more innocent families and communities. — Cat Stevens

I would be a vegetarian if the food was better. — Jimmy Dore

Boil potatoes before peeling If you love mashed potatoes like I do, but hate peeling spuds, then don't. Try this little trick instead. Rinse the potatoes but don't peel. Boil them the appropriate time, and when they are done, drain the whole potatoes and put them into a bath of ice water. The peel will come right off, grab potato with both hands and twist. Watch the peel slip right off like magic. — Christina Jones

I'd seen elevated social mamas do far worse in the name of securing a husband for their daughters. An eldery, gray-curled grandmother once tripped an eligible bachelor on his way to the gaming table so he would fall at her granddaughter's satin-slippered feet. Instead he'd landed on a footman and broken his arm. — Alyxandra Harvey

If you shake my hand, better count your fingers — Dave Mustaine

The garden is a world filled with secrets. Slowly, I see more each day. The black pines twist and turn to form graceful shapes, while the moss is a carpet of green that invites you to sit by the pond. Even the stone lanterns, which dimly light the way at night, allow you to see only so much. — Gail Tsukiyama