Kirves Wood Quotes & Sayings

Early youth is a baffling time. — Bruce Catton

When men no longer fear God, they transgress His laws without hesitation. The fear of consequences is no deterrent when the fear of God is gone. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

To me, country music is like the blues, but it's something very hip and - I don't want to say commercial - but it's very worldly and good listening. — Etta James

Every single thing you've been through in your life has had a purpose. — Beth Moore

I've never been into what am I going to do next, trying to reinvent myself. — Janet Jackson

I don't like silk underwear. They don't do the job, you know? — Matt LeBlanc

Being black, I'm involved in the reparations movement. It's focused toward the African-American audience. We could begin to heal. — Cassandra Wilson

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always. — Audrey Niffenegger

Lie #1

There's no need to be afraid. — Robin Talley

On a sub, you know, there's no place for things to drain to. The survivors claimed that the blood was knee-deep all through the submarine. — Neal Stephenson

The other thing is quality of life; if you have a place where you can go and have a picnic with your family, it doesn't matter if it's a recession or not, you can include that in your quality of life. — Jim Fowler

Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt? — Patrick Ness

The dreadful nostalgia for a wasted life,
the fatal feeling that you were born too late,
or the restless hope for an impossible morning
with the nearby restlessness of the flesh's ache — Federico Garcia Lorca

Gemma Davidson," she answered, her voice as groggy as I felt.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Who is this?"
"Elvis."
"What time is it?"
"Hammer time?"
"Charley."
"Did you text me? Did your car break down?"
"No and no. Why are you doing this to me?" She was funny.
"Check your cell."
I heard a loud, sleepy sigh, some rustling of sheets, then, "It won't come on."
"Not at all?"
"No. What did you do to it?"
"I ate it for breakfast. Check the battery compartment."
"Where the hell is that?"
"Um, behind the battery door."
"Are you punking me?" I heard her fumbling with the phone.
"Gem, if I was going to punk you, I wouldn't simply turn off your phone. I would pour honey in your hair while you slept. Or, you know, something like that."
"That was you?" she asked, appalled. — Darynda Jones