Legs Inn Quotes & Sayings

Dads, is it too bold to hope that our children might have some small portion of the feeling for us that the Divine Son felt for His Father? — Jeffrey R. Holland

Negative thinking is something we all do. The difference between the
person who is primarily optimistic and the person who is primarily
pessimistic is that the optimist learns to become a good debater. Once
you become thoroughly aware of the effectiveness of optimism in your
life, you can learn to debate your pessimistic thoughts. — Steve Chandler

It is self-evident that St. Louis affected me more deeply than any other environment has ever done. I feel that there is something in having passed one's childhood beside the big river, which is incommunicable to those people who have not. I consider myself fortunate to have been born here, rather than in Boston, or New York, or London. — T. S. Eliot

It is the skills that you have acquired through difficulties that will give you the desired result. — Sunday Adelaja

No one is so old that he does not think he could live another year. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

The kids (in the Jesus Movement) weren't singing for themselves. It seemed like they were singing TO Someone. — Greg Laurie

She said she wasn't afraid of Satan, in fact, she thought he was a joke. She said she'd tear his tail off and run her fist down his throat. — John Mellencamp

There was a period of time when I thought I had to be Alice Cooper all the time. — Alice Cooper

Too many people who don't know anything about anything say too much about what they don't know. — Stacey Coverstone

In Wales, singing and storytelling are party skills, not professions. — Rhys Ifans

Sweetheart." He let out a serrated breath. "You tempt me just by being in the same room with me. — Lisa Kleypas

Cortissoz was art critic of the New York Herald Tribune. — Abraham Lincoln

One of the odder services the Villa Candessa provided for its long-term guests was its "likeness cakes" - little frosted simulacra fashioned after the guests by the inn's Camorr-trained pastry sculptor. On a silver tray beside the looking glass, a little sweetbread Locke (with raisin eyes and almond-butter blond hair) sat beside a rounder Jean with dark chocolate hair and beard. The baked Jean's legs were already missing. A few moments later, Jean was brushing the last buttery crumbs from the front of his coat. "Alas, poor Locke and Jean." "They died of consumption," said Locke. — Scott Lynch

I found out some really cool ways to swing around the Winchester. — Shane West

Syn spread his legs wider than a cheap hooker in a Red Roof Inn. "I need it now, Furi. — A.E. Via

The urge to jump up and go to him was so strong that she grabbed the stool she was sitting on with both hands and clutched the rough wood with all her might. — Melanie Dickerson

He's like ... 'I thought you were just friends.' You are my friend. You're my best friend. Why doesn't he get that? Anyway ... I think he wants your dad to rally with him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't give a damn about the dry rot in the basement."
I quirked the corner of my mouth dubiously. Dad rallying with Gabriel was pretty unlikely, considering the lengths he had gone to in proving his approval.
Rafael took one look at me, horrified, and I knew we were on the same wavelength. He whispered: "If your dad gives my uncle the safe sex talk ... — Rose Christo