Pinus Contorta Quotes & Sayings

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them — Terry Pratchett

A good thing that is squandered upon bad folk is never remembered by them for good. — Sebastian Evans

In 30 minutes, at high noon, more than 200 civilians are killed. Zionism carries out a massacre in the city of Lydda. — Ari Shavit

I don't see myself making comedies always. — Jody Hill

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. — Aesop

For you cannot live in New York City very long and not be conscious of the niceties of being rich - the city is, after all, an ecstatic exercise in merchandising - and one evening of his visit to Venezuela Sutherland sat straight up when he read a line of Santayana's: Money is the petrol of life. — Andrew Holleran

It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people, of animals, a love ingengering gentleness and goodness that moved meand that I saw in you — William Carlos Williams

The decide word is so powerful. It's amazing what you can do once you decide to do it. — Lorii Myers

The star-flooded nights, the dew-soaked dawns, the hushed ambulatories, the enforced asceticism - never has Werner felt part of something so single-minded. — Anthony Doerr

I'm just sick of the way things are. We're in an age in which we can't live without accepting the logic of the market. Contemporary politics is all about short-term pragmatism. We have abandoned religion and philosophy ... What we have left is the automatisation of doing what the market tells us. — Jose Mujica

Legacy code often differs from its suggested alternative by actually working and scaling. — Bjarne Stroustrup

I've been in a serious conversation with one of my children, and a fan has come up. I've been in a public bathroom and had the hand come under the stall with a paper and pen. That sort of thing anybody can live without. — Helen Reddy

His eyes were cold steel, his mouth fixed in a hard line. "I like my face the way it is," he said icily. "You scar it with your nails as you did my chest and I swear I will give you equal scars. Think about that, Sam, before you use your claws again."
Tears sprang to her eyes. "You're cruel, Hank. You leave me nothing."
"And what did you leave me when you stole my heart?" he asked softly.
She stared back at him, searching his eyes, seeing only naked honesty. — Johanna Lindsey

I rested my cheek against his back and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. It reminded me of his apartment, and his sheets, and the way he smelled when he walked around with a towel around his waist. The city blurred past us, and I didn't care how fast he was driving, or how cold the wind was as it whipped across my skin; I wasn't even paying attention to where we were. The only thing I could think about was his body against mine. We had no destination or time frame, and we drove the streets long after they had been abandoned by everyone but us. — Jamie McGuire