Meeber Quotes & Sayings

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I couldn't say no
But I learned how
I couldn't say no
But I learned how

I couldn't say no
But I learned how
I couldn't say no
But I learned how

I couldn't say no
But I learned how to say
No, no, no, no, no
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) — Yacht

But joint pressure from states like Germany, Italy and France could mean a move in this direction. Because something very fundamental is on the line: freedom of movement. I can't think of any common market that could function without it. — Paolo Gentiloni

When she smiled like she meant it, when it wasn't out of politeness or something forced, she could bring down satellites. — Kelly Moran

Each book starts from ashes. — Philip Roth

I'm a collector, a tinkerer, and a tweaker, like a lot of people, and recording equipment is really easy to fetishize. — John Vanderslice

In this business, life is one long fund-raising effort. — Alvin Ailey

Money. The trickiest substance in life
as it's the way we keep score, measure our worth, and think we can control our destinies. Money: the essential lie. — Douglas Kennedy

He was so silly. So I said, Duane, you are so silly. — Penny Reid

Now she said, "I'm up to the four-letter words." And I said, "You mean the dirty ones, like shit?" And she laughed and said, "Worse ones than that." And I said, "You mean the c-word and the f-word?" and she said, "No. Like love. — Margaret Atwood

No great or big changes have ever been done effortlessly. — Christel Lim

When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, her total outfit consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imitation alligator-skin satchel, a small lunch in a paper box, and a yellow leather snap purse, containing her ticket, a scrap of paper with her sister's address in Van Buren Street, and four dollars in money. It was in August, 1889. She was eighteen years of age, bright, timid, and full of the illusions of ignorance and youth. Whatever touch of regret at parting characterised her thoughts, it was certainly not for advantages now being given up. A gush of tears at her mother's farewell kiss, a touch in her throat when the cars clacked by the flour mill where her father worked by the day, a pathetic sigh as the familiar green environs of the village passed in review, and the threads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home were irretrievably broken. — Theodore Dreiser

Eros once again limb-loosener whirls me sweetbitter, impossible to fight off, creature stealing up ... I don't know what I should do: two states of mind in me ... — Sappho

I want to be a barking public embarrassment as soon as possible. — Scott Lynch

The Highways of America are built chiefly of politics, whereas the proper material is crushed rock or concrete. — Carl G. Fisher