Pocketses Precious Quotes & Sayings

Two kinds of women get under your skin. The ones who do damage, they don't feel good there but once you're fuckin' stupid enough to let them in you got no choice but to take the time it takes to work them out. Then there are the ones who don't do damage, who feel good there, feed the muscle, the bone, the soul, not rip it or break it or burn it. The ones you don't wanna work out. — Kristen Ashley

As Dennis Green used to say, there really is a time for pay and a time to play. And right now we're in the time for pay. That's just the reality of it. — Brian Billick

The line between good and evil is movable and it's permeable. — Philip Zimbardo

Resilience lives next door to success; the two have so much in common they often get together for lunch. — Matshona Dhliwayo

It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life. — Simon Van Booy

I get tired of wearing the same thing all the time too. — Tori Amos

I would have to say my earthy sensuality - although I should point out that the backs of my calves are exemplary and my upper inner thigh is a delight. — Rob Brydon

When you doubt one thing about yourself, you start thinking there's also something wrong with your hair, your body, your clothes, your accent. — Freida Pinto

It makes you feel better," my father said. "Hmmm?" I asked, lost in what passed for thought. "Forgiveness." I found I could not refute it. — Gary Amdahl

It is a form of generational narcissism to change texts to suit one's own needs. — Luke Timothy Johnson

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human. — S.K.N. Hammerstone

A stock is not just a ticker symbol or an electronic blip; it is an ownership interest in an actual business, with an underlying value that does not depend on its share price. — Benjamin Graham

The massive bronze gates were wide open now, too late. Inside, the cemetery had been turned into a grotesque place gleaming with high-powered searchlights, blue flashlight flares, winking pocket torches. Uniformed men were already swarming about. Red cigarette-embers showed oddly amidst the headstones here and there.
("The Street Of Jungle Death") — Cornell Woolrich

The fate of every love story, he knew very well, is in the rot of togetherness, or in the misery of separation. Lovers often choose the first with the same illusory wisdom that makes people choose to die later than now. — Manu Joseph

The British were indeed very far superior to the Americans in every respect necessary to military operations, except the revivified courage and resolution, the result of sudden success after despair. — Mercy Otis Warren