Loheac Motor Quotes & Sayings

Get back to work all of you! I'm not running a happy factory here. — Mr. Krabs

I say that in narrative paintings one should mingle direct contraries close by, because they produce strong contrasts with one another, and all the more so when they are very close together; that is, the ugly next to the beautiful, the big to the small, the old to the young, the strong to the weak; in this way you will vary as much as possible and close by. — Leonardo Da Vinci

It didn't get any more glamorous than Havana, Cuba, in the 1950s. I used to go there when I was a waiter on a cruise ship. — Sirio Maccioni

We came here unarmed." Donegan said cheerfully, and Gracious looked at him.
"You're unarmed?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes," Donegan said. "Aren't you?"
"Well I suppose so. Apart from my gun."
Donegan glared at him. "What? Why did you bring a gun? I told you to come unarmed."
"I thought you were joking."
"Why would I be joking?"
"I don't know, I thought that's what made it funny. — Derek Landy

Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire. — Solomon Ibn Gabirol

Confronted with the unhappy facts of exclusion, we sometimes reassure ourselves by telling stories: the poor boys who made it, theblacks who became a "credit to their race," the women elected to high office, the handicapped who made "useful contributions" to our society ... Just as we believe in the self-sufficient family, we also believe that any child with enough grit and ability can escape poverty and make a rewarding life. But these stories and beliefs clearly reflect the exceptions. — Kenneth Keniston

Christmas was an enduring milestone that came and went, while the world forever changed. — Ellen Marie Wiseman

So I think the fans will be totally interested in the new developments and delighted that the old developments are still there and that they can still see some of the old characters maybe reappear. — Andreas Katsulas

The Greeks have snatched up their spears.
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy. — Hilda Doolittle

He imagined his past gone, along with his future. Death was the understanding of the immediate present: that there is finally nothing else. — Anne Rice

What is there left for me after my purgatory of solitude? ... I welcome death as a version of life in which I will not be myself. There is a fallacy here which I ought to see but will not. For when I wake on the ocean floor it will be the same old voice that drones out of me ... — J.M. Coetzee