Rifling Quotes & Sayings

Field trips, everything can change — Tom Angleberger

Nobody who has done business in any country with an Indian would doubt the shrewdness of Indians, but what Indian people bring to the world is something special and unique, which is the capacity for a loving interaction. — Gregory David Roberts

Once journalists have been rifling through your dustbins, you do try and keep them at arms' length. — Craig Charles

Somewhere," I say out loud and hope she hears, "this water is nothing at all. It is lighter than air. — Ally Condie

As I pedal down the street ... the city blocks peel away like pages in a book I'm rifling through to find a single, highlighted sentence. — Hilary T. Smith

God is not merely at your fingertips but within your grasp. Live each day like a child digging through a treasure chest, rifling for the next discovery. Open your arms and your eyes to the God who stands in plain sight and works miracles in your midst. Look for him in your workdays and weekends, in your meeting-filled Mondays and your lazy Saturdays. Search for him in the snowy sunsets and Sabbaths, seasons of Lent and sitting at your table. Pray for - and expect - wonder. For when you search for God, you will discover him. — Margaret Feinberg

The consumer's side of the coffin lid is never ostentatious. — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards. — Alexander Pope

There is a reason people say being a mother is the hardest job in the world: You do not sleep and you do not get vacation time. You do not leave your work on your desk at the end of the day. Your briefcase is your heart, and you are rifling through it constantly. Your office is as wide as the world, and your punch card is measured not in hours but in a lifetime. — Jodi Picoult

A 'gossip partner' is someone you love and trust, with whom you may go through the day's events with impunity, and with whom you may air your feelings, without them falling asleep. — Rebecca Pidgeon

There were many factors that made a handgun either accurate or not accurate. The velocity of the round and the length of the barrel were the most important, aided or not by aerodynamic subtleties like the degree of spin imparted by the rifling grooves, which either worked well or didn't, depending on the bullet. Precision of manufacture was influential, with careful machining of quality metal much preferred over casting from leftover slag. Not that anything much mattered at seven feet. A pore to the left or a wrinkle to the right was immaterial. The human face was a big enough target, generally hard to miss at close quarters, and the man-on-first's was no exception. — Lee Child

Immediately Chelsea latched onto her wrist and pulled Veronica's hand toward the cup. "Nonsense." Chelsea's eyes narrowed in on Veronica. Her eyes turned black and her mouth opened slightly, revealing her fangs. "Now drink up, researcher. Don't let a good drink go to waste. — Isaiyan Morrison

We have to join hands and fight against female infanticide, when life is snuffed out the minute people find out it is a girl. — Nita Ambani

You know how summer goes. You yearn for it and yearn for it, but there's always something wrong. Everywhere you look, there are insects thickening the air, and birds rifling trees, and enormous, heavy leaves dragging down branches. You want to trammel it, wreck it, smash things down. The afternoons are so fat and long. You want to see if anything you do matters. * — Emily Fridlund

You must be strong, dear brothers and sisters. You must be strong with the strength that comes from faith. — Pope John Paul II

Cops do this every day, rifling closets and digging through your dildo drawer. — David Wong

He pierced her with a look. "I thought we had an agreement. I keep my men away from your ladies, and you keep your distance from me. You're not holding your end of the bargain."
"It's but a momentary interruption. Just this once."
"Just this once?" He made a dismissive noise, rifling through papers. "What about just now in the church?"
"Very well, twice."
"Try again." He stacked his papers and looked up, devouring her with his intent green gaze. "You invaded my dreams at least a half-dozen times last night. When I'm awake, you keep traipsing through my thoughts. Sometimes you're barely clothed. What excuse can you make for that?"
She stammered to form a response, her tongue tripping against her teeth. "I ... I would never traipse." Idiotic reply.
"Hm." He tilted his head and regarded her thoughtfully. "Would you saunter? — Tessa Dare

He would not surrender to the disaster of loving her. — Alexandra Bracken

Hey! When he dug into it, rifling through her things, she snapped, Go Yoda someone else's supplies, asshole. — Kresley Cole

As I was walking down the stairs, I kept thinking that the room felt like a movie theater with all your attention on this wall, so it seemed like a big challenge. — Wade Guyton