Lotioned Beard Quotes & Sayings

The reason why God doesn't show his face is because he stands behind a wall that can be broken. — Lionel Suggs

You've seen me at my worst. Maybe you should see me at my best."
My words hang between us, heavy and charged, and I don't know what the fuck I am doing.
"When are you at your best?" she asks hesitantly. And I can see from the determined look on her face that she is trying hard not to feel intimidated. I'm impressed. She's like a kitten standing up to a lion.
"In bed. — Courtney Cole

All the labours of ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noon-day brightness of human genius, are destined to extinciton in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins. — Bertrand Russell

There are few things that we so unwillingly give up, even in advanced age, as the supposition that we still have the power of ingratiating ourselves with the fair sex. — Samuel Johnson

There is a strange kind of tragic enigma associated with the problem of racism. No one, or almost no one, wishes to see themselves as racist; still racism persists, real and tenacious. — Albert Memmi

A small gold plain cross was passed down from my grandma to my mom, then to me, and now to my daughter. It is always nice to own something that connects you to the women who made it possible for you to exist. — Liya Kebede

Keep the enemy in the dark about where and when our forces will attack. — Mao Zedong

Outside came in '60. The Edge in '61. All three made Gold, but the biggest seller was Inside. — Shelley Berman

I've never been a sunny personality. I've never been outgoing. I'm a solitary person. — Jessica Lange

It is the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also the limit of all there is to perceive. — Charles Webster Leadbeater

The wand waved; the Adam's Apple leapt, and they were off. What followed cannot be indicated typographically. But if a cat were a sawmill, and a dog were a gigantic cart full of tin cans bouncing through a stone paved street, and that dog and that cat hated each other and were telling each other so, it would sound much like it. — Don Marquis