Llamados Ute Quotes & Sayings

Stepping out of the kitchen, Ben glared at him. "I have no problem kicking your ass."

"I'm sure there are a lot of things you like to do with asses. — Ashlan Thomas

Love receives its death-wound from aversion, and forgetfulness buries it. — Jean De La Bruyere

People mistake shyness and reclusiveness- both of those- for arrogance. It's a convenient label slapped on by those who see only the surface of things and nothing more. — Robert James Waller

Now- I don't know what you think of when I say dragon. Whatever it is- it's not scary enough. — Rick Riordan

Since I'm a man of my word, I don't show up at her door. I do end up driving over to the trailer park with my SUV. Parking, I crawl into the backseat, play tunes on my phone, and doze as close to my woman as I can manage without breaking my promise. — Bijou Hunter

To be or not to be, fucked up on whiskey, that is the question. — Robert Black

We speak for those who cannot speak. We have a duty to tell the stories for those who do not have the advantages that we have to tell stories. We must not speak falsely. The stories that we are entrusted to tell are stories of our tribes, or the tribes into which we have been initiated. — Billy Marshall Stoneking

This story is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
"I could find another one," Basil says.
"No, I want to see if they'll I through with it," she says.
"I don't understand why they're throwing her in the volcano," I say.
"Because she's a virgin," Basil says, and clears his throat.
"We could throw Morgan into the volcano," Pen says. — Lauren DeStefano

A man's real faith is never contained in his creed, nor is his creed an article of his faith. The last is never adopted. This it is that permits him to smile ever, and to live even as bravely as he does. And yet he clings anxiously to his creed, as to a straw, thinking that that does him good service because his sheet anchor does not drag. — Henry David Thoreau

You don't have a soul, so you can't be baptized. All animals are like that. I think it's unfair and sometimes I don't believe it. After all, what would heaven be without birds or dogs or horses? And what about trees and flowers? They don't have souls either. Does that mean heaven looks like a cement parking lot? I suppose this is what the nuns call a theological problem. — Nancy Farmer