Penguins For Kids Quotes & Sayings

This arena is a special place. Everybody loves it. To be able to stand behind the bench and be a part of a great tournament for the '96 Elite is fun. The kids, having a chance to play in the building where the Penguins play, it's a special feeling for them. — Mario Lemieux

Fear, when your friends say to you what you have done well, and say it through; but when they stand with uncertain timid looks of respect and half-dislike, and must suspend their judgement for years to come, you may begin to hope. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

They all go haywire around Hogwarts, there's too much magic in the air. No, — J.K. Rowling

The perfect disinterestedness and self-devotion of which men seem incapable, but which is sometimes found in women. — Thomas B. Macaulay

It proved difficult, when it came to it, to part from her mother with a bright goodbye
though, after all, not that difficult, because this was only the beginning, and there were still two or three more goodbyes to come. For the same reason, as she made the walk down to Camberwell and along the Walworth Road, though she tried to gaze at everything in the knowledge that she might soon be taken away from it, she couldn't keep it up, she felt mannered and inauthentic
like an actress, she thought, playing a character to whom the doctor had just delivered the fatal diagnosis. — Sarah Waters

Soon, if we are not prudent, millions of people will be watching each other starve to death through expensive television sets — Aneurin Bevan

We can choose between the future and the past, between reason and ignorance, between true compassion and mere ideology. — Ron Reagan

I believe I have a responsibility that goes along with the money I make. I can help a lot of people. — Pedro Martinez

Being self-conscious. Treating one's self as an other. Supervising oneself. — Susan Sontag

If I'd been alone, I wouldn't have eaten at all. I'd have taken a shower, thrown on an oversize T-shirt, and gone to bed surrounded by a few select penguins. Now I had a fancy dinner to eat, by candlelight nonetheless. If I said I wasn't hungry, would he be insulted? Would he pout? Would he yell about all the work going to waste and tell me about starving kids in Southeast Asia? "Shit," I said softly and with feeling. Well, hell, if we ever were going to cohabitate, he'd have to know the truth. I was unsociable, and food was something you ate so you wouldn't die. I — Laurell K. Hamilton

Slowly the wasters and despoilers are impoverishing our land, our nature, and our beauty, so that there will not be one beach, one hill, one lane, one meadow, one forest free from the debris of man and the stigma of his improvidence. — Marya Mannes

The Atman alone is eternal. Hospitals will tumble down. Railroad givers will all die. This earth will be blown to pieces, suns wiped out. The Atman endures for ever. — Swami Vivekananda

Why are we here? Well, we're peaking up the skirt of the ineffible now, and the answer is hidden by the poetic panties of language — Tony Vigorito

More directly linked to the impact of technology, it involves the gradual appearance of a more controlled and directed society. Such a society would be dominated by an elite whose claim to political power would rest on allegedly superior scientific know-how. Unhindered by the restraints of traditional liberal values, this elite would not hesitate to achieve its political ends by using the latest modern techniques for influencing public behavior and keeping society under close surveillance and control. — Zbigniew Brzezinski

My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, woman," it said.
"I'll be the judge of that," warned Granny, and added, "Don't call me woman."
"Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly. — Terry Pratchett

She might be the Archive, but she's still a kid, Kincaid."
He frowned and looked at me. "So?"
"So? Kids like cute."
He blinked at me. "Cute?"
"Come on."
I led him downstairs.
On the lower level of the Oceanarium there's an inner ring of exhibits, too, containing both penguins and
wait for it
sea otters.
I mean, come on, sea otters. They open abalone with rocks while floating on their backs.
How much cuter does it get than small, fuzzy, floating, playful tool users with big, soft brown eyes? — Jim Butcher

The issue isn't whether someone is good or bad, but whether he is repentant or unrepentant. — Jefferson Bethke