Only The Dead Suffer Butter Lyrics Quotes & Sayings

Women have plans for themselves, for their children, about their home, the meals. They have a Vision. A man wants to enjoy himself ... — Muhammad Yunus

Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle. — Cormac McCarthy

Only to close these eyes
to sleep in the lap of love
and stay there forever. — Khadija Rupa

God is the only one that won't disappoint you. Everyone else are percentages of peace. — Shannon L. Alder

There was no reason for a revolution in Paraguay. — Alfredo Stroessner

Women bring with them into the world a certain virtue, a divine gift that makes them adept at instilling such qualities as faith, courage, empathy and refinement in relationships and in cultures, — D. Todd Christofferson

The accidents are things that audiences always remember most, I've found on my own movies. The things that they like the most are the things that were just by accident. So you have to create a situation where nothing but accidents can happen the entire time. — Robert Rodriguez

Let Catholics build their own churches and works. — Vladimir Zhirinovsky

There is also the fact that red and gold are my colors," he went on. "They are the colors on my family's banners and devices, worn by all Chiavari males when they ride into battle, and worn by their ladies at tournaments or other important occasions. You can imagine my surprise when a lady wearing Chiavari colors fell into my arms inside a drafty castle in England."
"I doubt the color of my gown was the first thing you noticed," she teased.
"No, that was not the first thing I noticed." His voice had gone soft with the memory. The first thing he had noticed was how right she had felt in his arms, the realization that his arms had been empty until that moment when he found what belonged there, who belonged there. — Elizabeth Elliott

There are people, primarily women!
who are what I call 'conduits of emotion.' In their company, the half dead can come alive. They need not be beautiful women or girls. It's a matter of blood warmth. The integrity of the spirit." He turned the page of his sketch pad and began anew, whistling thinly through his teeth.
"Thus an icy-cold soul, in the presence of one so blessed, can regain something of his lost self. Sometimes! — Joyce Carol Oates