Kherington Sytycd Quotes & Sayings

He sighed. It was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. The kind of sigh you could picture God heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&R, only to be handed a report by an angel concerning a problem with someone eating an apple. — Neil Gaiman

I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another. — Julie Orringer

I didn't really give them anymore than one choice, soda or no soda. They didn't ... whereas we put a lot of stock in the differences between soda ... — Sheena Iyengar

We are rag dolls made out of many ages and skins, changelings who have slept in wood nests or hissed in the uncouth guise of waddling amphibians. We have played such roles for infinitely longer ages than we have been men. Our identity is a dream. We are process, not reality, for reality is an illusion of the daylight - the light of our particular day. — Loren Eiseley

The ballparks have gotten too crowded. That's why nobody goes to see the game anymore. — Yogi Berra

So as near as I could tell the end of the world began roughly about the time that Billy Carver's butt rang about halfway through the War of 1812. — Steve Vernon

And since no one any longer responds to things spontaneously-you take drugs to study, drugs to love, drugs to rise up in revolt, drugs to forget-the distinction between manipulated and natural feelings has ceased to exist. — Stanislaw Lem

Some men seem remarkable to the world in whom neither their wives nor their valets saw anything extraordinary. Few men have been admired by their servants. — Michel De Montaigne

Bin Laden was constantly revolving in his mind the fact that he had got rid of the Russians; therefore, the Americans can be got rid of, too. And where better than in the country where he knows how to fight? — Robert Fisk

I never thought before, that there was a woman in the world who could affect me so much by saying so little. But don't be hard in your construction of me. You don't know what my state of mind towards you is. You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life WON'T help me here. You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes wish you had struck me dead along with it. — Charles Dickens