Prattes Colt Quotes & Sayings

I'm a lot of things, Spatchcock, but 'beloved-of-law-enforcement' is not one of them. They'll just say that it's my own damn fault again and send me on my way. Besides, the last time I was at a police station I was quite rude to them. I think I threw a lamp at the custody sergeant. Do you have a light? — Robert McKelvey

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you. — John Updike

The consideration that human happiness and moral duty are inseparably connected will always continue to prompt me to promote the former by inculcating the practice of the latter. — George Washington

Let brisker youths their active nerves prepare
Fit their light silken wings and skim the buxom air. — Richard Owen Cambridge

Dinners are defined as 'the ultimate act of communion;' men that can have communion in nothing else, can sympathetically eat together, can still rise into some glow of brotherhood over food and wine. — Thomas Carlyle

I start to back away before I do something wildly inappropriate, like jump on top of him. — Lauren Oliver

A sound mind in a sound body is a thing to be prayed for. — Juvenal

One of my favorite books is 'Armadillo Rodeo', and I got the idea from traveling to Texas and seeing armadillos. — Jan Brett

Is there a difference between happiness and inner peace? Yes. Happiness depends on conditions being perceived as positive; inner peace does not. — Eckhart Tolle

Kit, you know the key to relating to your parents now? It's mercy. Children, when they become teenagers and then young adults, grow unforgiving. Anything but perfection is pathos. Children are judgmental on an Old Testament level. All errors are unforgivable, as if a contract of perfection has been broken. But what if one's parents are granted the same mercy, the same empathy as other humans? Children need more Jesus in them. — Dave Eggers

Into the path of the crocodile. — Amish Tripathi

I feel your lips on me, Eden. When I close my eyes, when I'm awake. I taste you. You are my first breath, and my last. I feel you. — Mia Sheridan

I was sweating like Christy Moore at a Feis Ceol, so badly, in fact, I looked like I was sporting a finger moustache as I attempted to rescue suicidal perspiration drops from my upper lip. Classy. — Annmarie O'Connor

A horse to one who loves him is a cure for many ills. — Blanche Willis Howard

It had not occurred to me that sexual games could be played with an unborn child. — J.G. Ballard