Hugh Robert Orr Quotes & Sayings

Love and being in love are not the same thing. The woman takes the man she loves into her body and absorbs his oils and essence. A part of him enters her and becomes a part of her. — Chloe Thurlow

Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time. Your tongue should be embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind. — LL Cool J

In this world, the optimists have it, not because they are always right, but because they are positive. Even when they are wrong they are positive, and that is the way of achievement, correction, improvement, and success. Educated, eye-open optimism pays. — David Landes

For the things we want to do, we make time. For the things we don't want to do, we make excuses. — Jennifer Dahl

I am quite amazed how, when people earn lots of money, they think they have to spend it on things that give them access to the club constituted by the people who are in their tax bracket. — Mark Haddon

Genius points the way, talent takes it. — Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach

This smells like shit," MacRuairi said, smearing the black seal grease over his naked skin. They'd bundled their armor and weapons in a pack to keep them dry when they crossed the river. The seal grease would not only help them blend into the darkness, it protected them from the cold December waters.
"You'll be grateful for in in a few minutes." MacSorley grinned. "The water will freeze your bollocks off."
"Which shouldn't be a problem for you anymore," MacRuairi said dryly.
"Damn, cousin, was that a joke?" MacSorley shook his head. "It does snow in hell."
MacRuairi muttered something under his breath as he finished applying the grease. — Monica McCarty

Never order food in excess of your body weight. — Erma Bombeck

One must be a great man indeed to be able to hold out even against common sense."
"Or else a fool. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

If a rumor comes out that I'm gay, I could care less. There are so many worse things that they could be saying. — James Van Der Beek

Youir're doing this wrong. — Will Advise

with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because
it's all I have,
because I'm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this
bullet inside me
'cause I couldn't make you love me and I'm tired of pulling your teeth. — Richard Siken