Mr Wemmick Quotes & Sayings

Since I came here I've been treated awesome, in all aspects. I really enjoy playing here. — Mats Sundin

How was I able to live alone before, my little everything? Without you I lack self-confidence, passion for work, and enjoyment of life
in short, without you, my life is no life.
[Written to his wife, Mileva] — Albert Einstein

We can have the best health insurance options in the world, and people still won't get needed care if we don't increase our supply of primary care physicians and nurses. — Jeff Merkley

I like writing songs. I like the camarderie of the and. I like touring. I love playing bass. And then there's free beer. — Keanu Reeves

Casting my eyes on Mr. Wemmick as we went along, to see what he was like in the light of day, I found him to be a dry man, rather short in stature, with a square wooden face, whose expression seemed to have been imperfectly chipped out with a dull-edged chisel. There were some marks in it that might have been dimples, if the material had been softer and the instrument finer, but which, as it was, were only dints. The chisel had made three or four of these attempts at embellishment over his nose, but had given them up without an effort to smooth them off. — Charles Dickens

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Is it a very wicked place?" I asked, more for the sake of saying something than for information.
"You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered in London. But there are plenty of people anywhere, who'll do that for you."
"If there is bad blood between you and them," said I, to soften it off a little.
"O! I don't know about bad blood," returned Mr. Wemmick; "there's not much bad blood about. They'll do it, if there's anything to be got by it."
"That makes it worse."
"You think so?" returned Mr. Wemmick. "Much about the same, I should say. — Charles Dickens

They peer in and at the same moment both angle back their heads, as if they have taken a position a little too close to a panoramic screen. They are tall and big-boned and look like men playing women's parts in a play by Oscar Wilde. 'Nan, Verge's sisters are here,' my mother says loudly. But Nan already knows, and furiously pokers the fire to try and smoke them back out. Nan here is The Aged P only with more mischievousness than Mr Wemmick's in Great Expectations, the only book of which my father kept two copies (Books 180 and 400, Penguin Classic & Everyman Classics editions, London), both of which I have read twice, deciding each time that Great Expectations is the Greatest. If you don't agree, stop here, go back and read it again. I'll wait. Or be dead. — Niall Williams

Prayer is more than a plea, it is a place where we must spend time if we are to learn its power. — Billy Graham