Muyum Milk Quotes & Sayings

So, in order to be courageous, I now have a fairly simple means at my disposal: to accept death. — Gabriel Chevallier

Watch your thoughts. Every thought accepted as true is sent by your brain to your solar plexus - your abdominal brain - and is brought into your world as a reality. — Joseph Murphy

I'd love to claim the title of 'songwriter' or 'intellectual,' but the truth is that anything that I ever learned how to do in conjunction with music was purely so that I would have a platform to sing from. — Brandi Carlile

Here you are. Would you like some pickles?"
"Pickles gives me the wind something awful."
"In that case - "
"Oh, I wasn't saying no," Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers. — Terry Pratchett

Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes. — Bertolt Brecht

The epic explosion of praise for our blessings in Christ (Ephesians 1:1-14) deepens our appreciation of God's almighty rule; — Richard Coekin

Nearly everything possible has been done to spoil this game: the heavy financial interests; ... the absurd publicity given to every feature of it by the Press; ... but the fact remains that it is not yet spoilt, and it has gone out and conquered the world.
J.B. Priestley in English Journey (referring to football), published in 1934. — J.B. Priestley

24 hour broadcasts have to stretch limited material to fit 24 hours worth of space. — Drew Curtis

She set out for revenge, to run them through, to do what an elf, an elf must do."
The next verse was Merill's to improvise. "Climbed that roost, alighted right there. Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears."
"A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare. Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear."
"Ballad of the loneliest ones," lamented Merill.
"The loneliest ones," said Almi. She accepted that title; they were the loneliest. The elf gloomed. — Darrell Drake

Because I couldn't bear my burden and have come to throw it on another: you suffer too, and I shall feel better! And can you love such a mean wretch? — Fyodor Dostoyevsky