Janitors Who Write Poetry Quotes & Sayings

In those days, I thought I was happy. — Patrick Modiano

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head. — Isaac Watts

Jerry Falwell says that abortion and homosexuality are sins. Oh yeah? Well, so is gluttony, Jerry. So maybe you should think about dropping 50 pounds. — Dennis Miller

The past is ignorant of the present. Be careful in taking its advice. — Mason Cooley

Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in blood
It was and I'd rather not remember it was at beauty's decline — Guillaume Apollinaire

All that tends not to charity is figurative. The sole aim of the Scripture is charity. — Blaise Pascal

But now that I'm scrubbing
toilets on my hands & knees,
with four degrees,
I realize that one escape route
leads to another — Phil Volatile

I've certainly had to go through trying to change the fact that I was always identified as the widow of Notorious B.I.G. You know, I'm never going to be able to get away from having been married to him, but that's not what identifies me. You know, my life isn't just about that. — Faith Evans

I'm not really trying to break the bank like some other people. I just want what's fair. — Brandon Jacobs

We have a choice. We can shape our future, or let events shape it for us. And if we want to succeed, we can't fall back on the stale debates and old divides that won't move us forward. — Barack Obama

People were saying that Southern folk song was dead, that the land that had produced American jazz, the blues, the spirituals, the mountain ballads and the work songs had gone sterile. — Alan Lomax

He kicked off his boots before walking through the living room. Day's house was very nice. It had been his grandmother's and she'd left it for him in her will. Day made a lot of renovations on the three-bedroom, two-story home, and God found himself wishing he had a family to share that type of home with. He could see himself sitting on the large leather sofa in the den with Day snuggled up next to him. His mom baking them raisin bread and Genesis upstairs blasting his music too loud. God shook his head at the nonsense and went to find the one thing he had in his life that was real in the kitchen. Day loved him, and as far as he was concerned, that would be enough for him. — A.E. Via

I don't lead you and you must not lead me too, but we have each other, go forward together as brothers and sisters. — Khem Veasna