Locoweed Quotes & Sayings

O LORD, what are human beings that you should notice them, mere mortals that you should think about them? 4 For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow. 5 Open the heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains so they billow smoke. 6 Hurl your lightning bolts and scatter your enemies! Shoot your arrows and confuse them! — Anonymous

My last son is leaving to go to college; my grandchildren are being born. My mother is living with me. — Sally Field

Yet they enjoy the high. In the surest sign that selenium actually makes them go mad, cattle grow addicted to locoweed despite its awful side effects and eat it to the exclusion of anything else. It's animal meth. — Sam Kean

One thing I did was grow up as an ardent naturalist. I never grew out of my bug period. — E. O. Wilson

In the business of politics, emotions and productive dissatisfaction with the world in which we live today are gradually being covered up by the minutiae of ordinary life. — Sigmar Gabriel

Your diet must be about fifty-fifty, carrots and locoweed," Annie said softly.
He froze.
"I can't figure out what in the name of God's labia majora you think you're doing ... but I'm impressed by how well you're doing it in the dark. You must have eyes like a cat. — Spider Robinson

But I didn't bother looking up. What the fuck were the stars and moon, when I had her? I couldn't take my eyes off her. I could barely fucking breathe. — Tillie Cole

Women can't tell east from west, so you use these ridiculous ways of getting from one place to another." "Ridiculous means? What exactly are you talking about?" "If you must know, a woman gives instructions to take a right at the beauty parlor on Main Street, and a man will tell you to head east." "It's the same thing, isn't it?" "No, it isn't," Kyle argued. "Men don't notice things like beauty parlors or red mailboxes. — Debbie Macomber

My dear girl, you don't consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn't do that. — Georgette Heyer

Daughter, that's life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. — P.C. Cast

History,' it has been said, 'does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another. — Max Beerbohm