Mcquarters Lubbock Quotes & Sayings

Life is a gift, not to possess, but to share. — Henri Nouwen

He buys Playboy magazines and looks through them once, then gives them to me. That's what it's like to be rich.
Here's what it's like to be poor. Your wife leaves you because you can't find a job because there aren't any jobs to find. You empty the jar of pennies on the mantel to buy cigarettes. You hate to answer the phone; it can't possibly be good news. When your friends invite you out, you don't go. After a while, they stop inviting. You owe them money, and sometimes they ask for it. You tell them you'll see what you can scrape up.
Which is this: nothing. — Tom Franklin

Nothing you build will ever last without a lot of tender-loving-care (TLC). — Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

A shrink and a patient switch roles. Who is really the boss? — Mary Papas

People aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness all our lives. — Neal Shusterman

He was pale as salt. Although — Alice McDermott

I guess some people lived like Reader's Digest, but I hadn't met any and at that time it seemed doubtful that I ever would — Richard Brautigan

I'm going to beat Alexis Davis then take a nap — Ronda Rousey

And are you married, sir?" Mrs Winstanley asked Tom. "Oh no, madam!" said Tom.
"Yes," David reminded him. "You are, you know."
Tom made a motion with his hand to suggest that it was a situation susceptible to different interpretations.
The truth was that he had a Christian wife. At fifteen she had had a wicked little face, almond-shaped eyes and a most capricious nature. Tom had constantly compared her to a kitten. In her twenties she had been a swan; in her thirties a vixen; and then in rapid succession a bitch, a viper, a cockatrice and, finally, a pig. What animals he might have compared her to now no one knew. She was well past ninety now and for forty years or more she had been confined to a set of apartments in a distant part of the Castel des Tours saunz Nowmbre under strict instructions not to shew herself, while her husband waited impatiently for someone to come and tell him she was dead. — Susanna Clarke

Man-centeredness is the universal religion of fallen man, and we are all dull fools to deny this. — Michael John Beasley

Murderess, murderess, he whispers to himself. It has an allure, a scent almost. Hothouse gardenias. Lurid, but also furtive. He imagines himself breathing it as he draws Grace towards him, pressing his mouth against her. Murderess. He applies it to her throat like a brand. — Margaret Atwood

You should be wearing green," she said. "To match your eyes."

"In case you never noticed, my eyes are gray."

"Never mind that," she said, once again waving my words away. "That brown washes out your skin tone."

Why was she so concerned about my clothing choices? That was completely unlike her. "I like to look washed out," I said dryly. "Otherwise people are intimidated by my glorious beauty. — Gena Showalter

And I won't get to see Hikari or Aimi again? How can that be fair? What have I done to deserve this?"-
"It's not what you've done, Sam. It's who you are. You are destined for greater things because of who you are. — Phillip W. Simpson

the first thing we do is take our brain out and put it in a drawer. Stick it somewhere and let it tantrum until it wears itself out. — Amy Poehler