Killops Land Quotes & Sayings

Eat when it's time to eat. And move along when it's time to move along. — Paulo Coelho

Twenty-first century communications technology rendering the planet not so much global village as global schoolroom full of sniggering male virgins and bitchy female hypocrites. — Christopher Brookmyre

But even if they could go home it would be difficult for me to tell you what the moral of the story is. In some stories, it's easy. The moral of "The Three Bears," for instance, is "Never break into someone else's house." The moral of "Snow White" is "Never eat apples." The moral of World War One is "Never assassinate Archduke Ferdinand." [ ... ] and as the Baudelaire orphans sat and watched the dock fill with people as the business of the day began, they figured out something that was very important to them. It dawned on them that unlike Aunt Josephine, who had lived up in that house, sad and alone, the three children had one another for comfort and support over the course of their miserable lives. And while this did not make them feel entirely safe, or entirely happy, it made them feel appreciative. — Lemony Snicket

Coming up through the ranks of any calling can be rough, but that battered soul who survives the early years of courting the comic muse comes close to knowing what only the soldier knows: What combat is like. — Dick Cavett

The seventh key is that you must have a major definite purpose for your life. You must have one goal that, if you accomplish it, can do more to help you improve your life than any other single goal. — Brian Tracy

Marquess of Anglesey, in 1912 but it was — Ursula D'Abo

If he weren't so damn cute, none of this would have happened. — Nicholas Sparks

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs. — Ilona Andrews

A goal or decision without a deadline has no urgency. It has no real beginning or end. — Brian Tracy

One of the girls said, "I think you should go now." Virgil stood — John Sandford

8819Passers-by,
Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewalks
Where your shoe soles traveled
And your voices rose and blent
To form the city's afternoon roar
Hindering an old silence. — Carl Sandburg