Krank Amps Quotes & Sayings

I was grateful I could attach my feelings for him to something, even a scientific connection. Chemistry. I thought about the amount of energy we produced when we accidentally touched and had a brief vision of what it would be like if our lips met. Would the world explode around us? — Myra McEntire

Planning a wedding is hell. Things are said. Doors are slammed. Quarrels about the most inconsequential things
yellow tablecloths or white? hors d'oeuvres set out on tables or passed around on trays?
are often pitched at such a level that it seems the combatants may never recover from them. Much of the anxiety, of course, is tribal. It is wrenching to have to open the sacred circle to admit an outsider. — Caitlin Flanagan

Civilization is a disease which is almost invariably fatal. — William Ralph Inge

Never be sorry for smiling! — M.L. Stedman

How is it every time we're talking about the real world, you manage to bring up fantasy, and every time we're talking about fantasy, you manage to bring up the real world?

Travis shrugged. "My fantasies are more interesting than the real world and machines and tools are more interesting than you guys' fantasies. — Jeff Zentner

Secure web servers are the equivalent of heavy armoured cars. The problem is, they are being used to transfer rolls of coins and cheques written in crayon by people on park benches to merchants doing business in cardboard boxes from beneath highway bridges. Further, the roads are subject to random detours, anyone with a screwdriver can control the traffic lights, and there are no police. — Gene Spafford

Become conscious of being conscious. — Eckhart Tolle

Here."
Annwyl found the knight holding a sword out to her. "What's wrong with my blade?"
"Nothing. I want you to start using both."
Annwyl took the sword from his hand. It bore beautiful workmanship. A noble's blade. A little heavy for her, but a weight she would be able to get used to. And she bet it could cut through anything. She wondered
where he got it from. What noble died at his hand? She shrugged. She never liked nobles much, so she really
didn't care. — G.A. Aiken

Perhaps, after all, it is Christianity that is sane and all its critics that are mad - in various ways. I tested this idea by asking myself whether there was about any of the accusers anything morbid that might explain the accusation. I was startled to find that this key fitted a lock. — G.K. Chesterton