Housecall Virus Quotes & Sayings

For me, saying 'I'm bossy' is a cute, tongue-in-cheek way of saying that I'm in control of my life. — Kelis

Well, I suppose we must be going on again,' he said. 'I wonder how long it will be before we really are caught and all the toiling and the slinking will be over, and in vain.' He stood up. 'It's dark, and we cannot use the Lady's glass. Keep it safe for me, Sam. I have nowhere to keep it now, except in my hand, and I shall need both hands in the blind night. But Sting I give to you. I have got an orc-blade, but I do not think it will be my part to strike any blow again. — J.R.R. Tolkien

All that a Pulitzer really does is give the obit writers something to put between the commas after your name. — Eddie Adams

Now look," snapped the Dean, "we've searched everywhere for a decent library on this island. There simply isn't one! It's ridiculous. How is anyone supposed to get anything done? — Terry Pratchett

The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. — Mata Hari

Every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. — Steve Maraboli

It was Begbie who ensured he could never return. He had done what he wanted to do. He could now never go back to Leith, to Edinburgh, even to Scotland, ever again. There, he could not be anything other than he was. Now, free from them all, for good, he could be what he wanted to be. He'd stand or fall alone. This thought both terrified and excited him as he contemplated life in Amsterdam. — Irvine Welsh

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes. — Martial

You're so full of shit, you ought to be a cow manure — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Country schooling was little more than a cane-wacking interlude in which boys picked up facts like bruises and the girls scarcely counted at all ... — Laurie Lee

Second violins can play a concerto perfectly if they're in their own home and nobody's there. — Garrison Keillor

He could not condemn them without understanding; and he could not understand. Did he like them? No, he thought; he had wanted to like them, which was not the same. He had wanted it in the name of some unstated potentiality which he had once expected to see in any human being. He felt nothing for them now, nothing but the merciless zero of indifference, not even the regret of a loss. — Ayn Rand