Opt To Marx Quotes & Sayings

You can make excuses...or you can make solutions. — Thomas Hunter Dillon

The key word for transportation in the 21st is 'choice.' — Anthony Foxx

You too hurt to let me in? Need to feel you, Firecracker," he moans into the skin of my neck where his lips do splendid things. — Angela Graham

You want to know a secret?" I asked. "Sure," she said halfheartedly. "I love to sniff the insides of books," I said in a whisper. "Because each book has its own special perfume. — Jack Gantos

Friendship is the most constant, the most enduring, the most basic part of love. — Ed Cunningham

To escape jury duty in England, wear a bowler hat and carry a copy of the Daily telegraph. — John Mortimer

You know,' I called, 'you're the one that's going to have to explain to Max how you got your blender back.'
I'll tell him I astral-projected. Butt-head. — Scott Westerfeld

I think we are going to have to love ourselves. Fuck. — Liz Tuccillo

Stand up and be counted, or sit your ass in the corner and color. — Lori Goodwin

I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

I must confess it was very unexpected and I am very startled at my metamorphosis into a chemist. — Ernest Rutherford

And so, I was not a military test pilot, but as soon as NASA expressed an interest in flying scientists and people who were not military test pilots, that was an epiphany that just came like a stroke of lightning. — Story Musgrave

I have waited for this, Beth, this moment," he whispered as he took her hands in his and brought her fingertips to his mouth, kissing each fingertip before placing her palms on either side of his face. "When Sussex, Black and I returned from the East, I watched you as you did this - touched Sussex, then Black. And I waited, holding my breath, barely able to control my feelings, waiting to feel your touch on my face. But you did not. You made a polite enquiry after my health and left me standing alone by the hearth. And, then, the other afternoon with Sheldon, you touched him, and I was alone, and apart again. Remembering what it was like to await your touch, and then never to feel it. Beth," he whispered as he moved closer to her, "won't you touch me? See me? — Charlotte Featherstone

We are sad at home and blame the weather and the ugliness of the buildings, but on the tropical island we learn that the state of the skies and the appearance of our dwellings can never on their own underwrite our joy nor condemn us to misery. — Alain De Botton