Mailings Tab Quotes & Sayings

We need more bodies, 'cause it's not looking enough like the last scene in Hamlet already.
Chopper Jim Chopin — Dana Stabenow

No amount of time will be enough with you. Not a minute. Not an hour. Not a decade. Not a century. But I promise to make all of our time count. I may not tell you I love you every minute of every day, but I try to show you - because true love has to be felt not heard. And our love, B? It's my favorite feeling. Here's to tomorrow, and the next day, and the one after that - and all the love that's shared in between. — Micalea Smeltzer

All black people who are even minimally conscious, black people who have ever experienced Europe's technological power crusading in the vanguard of a civilizing mission, have profound feelings of inferiority and bitterly regret the fact that the Industrial Revolution did not agreeably commence in Dahomey or Dakar. Nothing is achieved by concealing this fact. — Lewis Nkosi

My father wouldn't let me take typing in childhood. — Pat Conroy

And that's just what I'm saying. I would never want to be like certain people, who change the way they dress, go out in disguise, wear a big floppy hat and dark shades. I would hate that. — Todd Solondz

You have the power in the present moment to change limiting beliefs and consciously plant the seeds for the future of your choosing. As you change your mind, you change your experience. — Serge King

I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours."
Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard. — Avery Flynn

6And since it is through God's kindness, then it is not by their good works. For in that case, God's grace would not be what it really is - free and undeserved. + — Anonymous

We should work toward a universal linked information system, in which generality and portability are more important than fancy graphics techniques and complex extra facilities. — Tim Berners-Lee

The novel begins in a railway station, a locomotive huffs, steam from a piston covers the opening of the chapter, a cloud of smoke hides part of the first paragraph. — Italo Calvino

Every breath is a giveaway dance between you and the plants. — Susun Weed