Mudding Four Wheeler Quotes & Sayings

Happiness is something that multiplies when it is divided. — Paulo Coelho

Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. — Virginia Woolf

[How to train your dragon] is beautiful to look at and, again, those values that it contains about relationships, friendships, and bonding in the face of ignorance. — Gerard Butler

There's only one truth about war: people die. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Reserved in public, Ethan was all proper gentleman and restraint, but behind closed doors? Look. Out. — Raine Miller

You're only as good as your last album. — Shane Filan

It didn't feel right. — Chanda Hahn

And now, indeed, everything began to look new, unexpected, full of surprises. I had a book in my hands to while away the time, and it occurred to me that in a way a landscape is not unlike a book
a compilation of pages that overlap without any two ever being the same. People open the book according to their taste and training, their memories and desires: for a geologist the compilation opens at one page, for a boatman at another, and still another for a ship's pilot, a painter and so on. On occasion these pages are ruled with lines that are invisible to some people, while being for others as real, as charged and as volatile as high-voltage cables. — Amitav Ghosh

My mom once told me that the world is divided into two kinds of people: the ones who love their high school years and the ones who spend the next decade recovering from them. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, she said.
But something did kill her, and I'm not stronger. So go figure; maybe there's a third kind of person: the ones who never recover from high school at all. — Julie Buxbaum

Damn it, why does he have to be so damn beautiful? And why do I have to be so damn aware of it? — Rick Yancey

My dad taught me about music. He used to tap dance. — Ray Davies

Life when it ends is still alive, memories are the celebration of what it meant. Grieving is that part, our soul, that can't easily say goodbye — S.L. Northey

Even as a professional in an integrated world, I had been the only black woman in enough drawing rooms and boardrooms to have an inkling of the chutzpah it took for an African American woman in a segregated southern workplace to tell her bosses she was sure her calculations would put a man on the Moon. — Margot Lee Shetterly