Mid Finger Salute Quotes & Sayings

They kissed deeply, but she pushed him away when he started to get grabby. "No, seriously, let me get a shower. My vagina smells like a set of nuts."
"Awesome." Cole laughed. — Debra Anastasia

Faced with the nonsense question 'What is the meaning of a word?' and perhaps dimly recognizing it to be nonsense, we are nevertheless not inclined to give it up. — J.L. Austin

We always speak very bluntly with father [Donald Trump]. But in the end I think the things that he's saying are things that need to be said. They're conversations that need to be had. There conversations that haven't been had. — Donald Trump Jr.

Our whole energy remains blocked either in the past or in the future. When you withdraw all your energy from past and future a tremendous explosion happens. — Rajneesh

War - after all, what is it that the people get? Why-widows, taxes, wooden legs and debt. — Samuel B. Pettengill

And then he was suddenly overwhelmed. It was as if a thousand bolts of lightning had converged to lift him. All he could see was blue, electric blue, wet shining warm blue, blue to no end, everywhere, blue that glowed and made him cry out, blue, blue, her eyes were blue. — Mark Helprin

I do not wish to give the order full force without giving timely warning but I am a widow's son outlawed and must be obeyed. — Ned Kelly

I love beautiful wood. — Billy Mays

I'm the third or fourth generation of actor in my family; I'm sure if they were butchers, I'd be a butcher, too. — Sean Pertwee

A man's life is colored by the dye of his imagination. — Louis Nizer

My favourite restaurant of all time is Mildreds on London's Lexington Street. It's a little vegetarian restaurant and is really fun and healthy, too. It was the first place I went to in London and really liked. That was 20 years ago, and it is still my favourite. — David Walliams

The work of a suffering and tortured God, the world then seemed to me. The dream and fiction of a god, the world then seemed to me.; coloured smoke before the eyes of a discontented god. [...] The creator wished to look away from himself; so he created the world. [...] a drunken joy to its imperfect creator. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I'm saying language is a passport. A dubious, dangerous passport too. — Xiaolu Guo