Rebesh Quotes & Sayings

Later in life, suddenly, if you're an outsider, it's something to be celebrated, I think, rather than getting on people's nerves. — Nick Lowe

When a rake falls, he falls forever. <3 — Anne Gracie

My friends asked me to be a reverend at their wedding in France a few years ago. I went on the Internet, and within 15 seconds, I was printing out a certificate which allowed me to officiate at their wedding. — Lucy Punch

It's hard to live your life in color, and tell the truth in black and white. — Gregg Allman

That's oak leaf, for bravery. I've got Veronica and Honeysuckle, for fidelity and affection. And that's Peony, for shame. She lives under this rock."
"Did you make that up by yourself?"
"'Course not. That's the language of flowers. Everyone knows that."
"No, they don't. I don't."
"Everyone used to know. They sent each other messages. Like Bluebells means, 'I'll always love you' and Jasmine means 'We're friends.' and Asphodels... Asphodels are for the dead. — Neil Gaiman

Anna would like you, he thinks, looking into her face. Anna would like you. — David Mitchell

Other people have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis. — Brendan Behan

I try to do the right thing at the ... — Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Erienne closed the door and leaned against it as she frowned at Farrell. He had caught his good arm about the balustrade and was trying to steady himself while he tugged feebly at the ties of his cloak.
"Eriennie, give yer li'l Farrell a hand with 'is rebesh ... uh ... rebelush garment. It willn't leave me as I bid it." He grinned apologetically and lifted his crippled arm in helpless appeal.
"Fine time for you to be coming home," she admonished, helping him out of the recalcitrant cloak. "Have you no shame?"
"None!" he declared, attempting a gallant bow. His efforts caused him to lose his precarious balance, and he began to totter backward.
-Farrell & Erienne — Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

I was a left hooker, and I loved hooking. I also really liked to jab and mix it up right away. — Gerry Cooney