Homer Flanders Quotes & Sayings

To understand at all what life means, one must begin with Christian belief. And I think knowledge may be sorrow with a man unless he loves. — William Mountford

His effect on men is one of interest and curiosity, not of admiration and loyalty. His power is the power of gifts, not character. Men watch him, but do not follow him. — William Manchester

Lila stretches the hem of her tank top over her hips as she moves toward me. When she sits, it's with her thigh melting against mine. Her heat radiates past my jeans to my skin. Every single cell within my body sizzles to life. Play this right, Lincoln. She deserves a man, not a boy. — Katie McGarry

Convention is like the shell to the chick, a protection till he is strong enough to break it through. — Learned Hand

Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever."
"I could never do that".
She laughed at him. He brought his lips to her ear.
"Your scent is like violets early in spring," he whispered. Then he laughed at himself because though it was true, he sounded like the worst kind of fool. — Veronica Rossi

Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself. — Charles Baudelaire

I've gotten e-mails asking, 'Are you taking students?' Well, come visit and I'll be happy to talk to you. But I'm not a degree-granting institution. — Antony Garrett Lisi

Experience is a good teacher, but she sends in terrific bills. — Minna Antrim

[Ned Flanders]: Well looks like someone's having a pre-rapture party.
[Homer Simpson]: No, Flanders. Its a meeting of gay witches for abortion, you wouldn't be interested. — Matt Groening

Success is the ability to change some one's perception of life. — Zeeshan Raza

On the other side of pain, there is still love. — Madeleine L'Engle

She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. — John Milton