Jalopies Thunder Quotes & Sayings

The essence of my work, and of me, is the softer side of a strong woman, and that goes into a number of different roles. — Dee Wallace

I'm just another guy starting out. — Tim Tebow

The truth is that the want of common education with us is not from our poverty, but from the want of an orderly system. More money is now paid for the education of a part than would be paid for that of the whole if systematically arranged. — Thomas Jefferson

Strike the ignorant with the hammer of knowledge, wherever and whenever you see them! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The act of taking offence becomes a weapon, and its wielder feels empowered by the false indignation. — Steven Erikson

He knelt and slowly ran his hand down my arm, his lids heavy and his lips parted. "Aura ... where can I touch you?"
"Anywhere."
His hand left my arm and drifted to the rise of my hip bone. "And where can I kiss you?"
I took a deep breath, long past ready for the future. "Everywhere. — Jeri Smith-Ready

What is there in a name? It is merely an empty basket, until you put something into it. — Charles Babbage

If you focus all of your emotional passion on your children and you neglect the relationship that brought that family into existence ... eventually, things can go really, really wrong, — Ayelet Waldman

An engaging, blow-by-blow account of the infancy of the Obama presidency ... Manna for political junkies ... Thoroughly researched ... humanizes a figure considered periodically out-of-touch even by some of his admirers. — Carlo Wolff

Did I not feel that the time has come for the questions of women's wrongs to be laid before the public? Did I not believe that women herself must do this work, for women alone understand the height, the depth, the breadth of her degradation.
- Seneca Falls Convention, 1848 — Elizabeth Cady Stanton

Then I knelt heedfully upright and mentally prayed as we'd been instructed to do, some scared and scientific part of me assaying myself for chemical reactions or a sudden infusion of wisdom while fancying Christ now sitting dismally in my scoundrel soul, my oh so many sins pooling like sewer water at his sandaled feet. But soon I saw that I was still me; there would be no howls of objection, no immediate correction or condemnation, no hint that I was under new management, just the calming sense that whoever I was was fine with Jesus.

It was a grace I hadn't imagined. — Ron Hansen