Perdices In English Quotes & Sayings

Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself. — Jonathan Swift

If I can send the flower of the German nation into the hell of war without the smallest pity for the shedding of precious German blood, then surely I have the right to remove millions of an inferior race that breeds like vermin. — Adolf Hitler

Life can only be live with great courage. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The truth is, I'd give it all up, the sentience, the endowments, and I'd go back to Scranton and work in that damned store and stock fucking Pez dispensers for the rest of my life if it meant that I could still be with you until I die. — Jennifer DeLucy

Men are men. I've been married to my husband for eight years now; we've been together for 16 years. And I've found that all I have to do is keep him fed and loved, and he's the happiest person. Men just want to be full, watching their basketball game and enjoy some hugs and kisses. — Tia Mowry

Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together. — Ursula K. Le Guin

I never, ever objected to hard work. — Dominique Moceanu

Every transgression and disobedience receives a just recompense of reward, except with those who truly love themselves. — Auliq Ice

All alone by the telephone. — Irving Berlin

For it was the one that I would have chosen above all others, convinced as I was, with a botanist's satisfaction, that it was not possible to find gathered together rarer specimens than these young flowers that at this moment before my eyes were breaking the line of the sea with their slender heads, like a bower of Pennsylvania roses adorned a Cliffside garden, between whose blooms is contained the whole tract of ocean crossed by some steamer, so slow in gliding along the blue, horizontal line that stretches from one stem to the next that an idle butterfly, dawdling in the cup of a flower which the ship's hull has long since passed, can wait, before flying off in time to arrive before it, until nothing by the tiniest chink of blue still separates the prow from the first petal of the flower towards which it is steering. — Marcel Proust

It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday, for me to just call and say
Hey Mama — Kanye West