Love Your Peeps Quotes & Sayings

Real estate is my life. It is my day job, if you will. But it consumes my nights and weekends, too. — Ivanka Trump

i love the book called the princess plot and its a good book because its about how its mysterys from other peeps... — Kristen Boie

Love peeps who have 2 correct me.
Well it's peeps like you that give me fault when it comes to Apple. Apple been annoying me as well when it comes 2 trying 2 auto-correct me. Always ends up spelling it freaking wrong and just generally making me look like an asswipe as well as itself. It was fine b4 you changed it, I know I spelt it right, just like COLOUR is not spelt COLOR in my country!!! I never typed PEAK!! I wrote PEEK! it just decided not to and pissed me off just like peeps, like you, who like 2 auto-correct me!
Rant over! — Ellie Williams

Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes. — George Darley

Which, of course, is how I developed my love for both Kabuki theater and marshmallow Peeps. — Jimmy Gownley

Power is not happiness. Security and peace are more to be desired than a man at which nations tremble. — William Godwin

Introducing 'Lite': the new way to spell 'Light'; but with twenty per cent fewer letters. — Jerry Seinfeld

The three theater peeps I would love to dine with are Mel Brooks, because he is so funny; Stephen Sondheim, because he is a god-like genius; and Ethel Merman, to compare notes on fabulous belting. — Nancy Allen

I love Les Beaux Peeps. Everyone in that band works together really well. I used to go out to see bands a lot; now it seems there just aren't any I like. — Clea Duvall

I love my virginity to the apocalypse. — Scott Westerfeld

Question all information when you receive it. You might not even trust me Look at me, I've got a blanket over me head. — Russell Brand

At the end of the day, the Arsenal fans demand that we put eleven players on the pitch — Don Howe

Terenty comes to them, makes the sign of the cross over them, and puts bread under their heads. And no one sees his love. It is seen only by the moon which floats in the sky and peeps caressingly through the holes in the wall of the deserted barn."
from "A Day in the Country — Anton Chekhov