Jerrin West Quotes & Sayings

How could the eagle-eyed politicians of The Hague, who specialized in pointing out the tiniest specks in other people's eyes, overlook someone riding a racist coach in their own neighborhood? — Dauglas Dauglas

If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable. — Thomas More

When you are making a decision about how best to serve your customers, your own experience is often a better guide than a more sophisticated analysis of the market. — Richard Branson

No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them. — Monica Dickens

I'm a comedy geek so anything comedy related, whether that's standup shows, improv shows, I'm all over that. That's my favorite way to be entertained always. — Rashida Jones

Individuality is the highest, deepest form of art. — Gregor Collins

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves ... — Leigh Hunt

He muttered something foul and then climbed the stairs, rapping twice on Timmie's door.
"Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable rudeness, and I do beg your pardon,"
he said with admirable humbleness when Timmie cracked it open. Only I could pick up the
slight edge to his voice as he went on. "I can only say that it was caused by my natural
affront to the notion of her as my sister. Since I'll be shagging her tonight, you can
imagine how I'd be distressed at the thought of rogering my sibling."
"You schmuck!" I burst as Timmie's jaw dropped. "The only thing you'll be shagging
tonight is yourself!"
"You wanted sincerity," he countered. "Well, luv, I was sincere. — Jeaniene Frost

After thousands of hours of news coverage, we have learned that Hillary is a liar and Barack is a terrorist or something. — Adam McKay

Just say it, I beg. I need her to say it out loud. All I need is for her to admit she brought him here because she was hurt and scared. I need her to admit that there's an actual heart inside her chest. And that sometimes it beats for me — Colleen Hoover