Robado Al Quotes & Sayings

At a play-off game with the Chargers, goose bumps ran down my arms as I rushed through the smoke-filled tunnel onto the field. The energy and voices of 70,000 screaming fans can turn even a veteran player's determined squint into the wide eyes of a child on Christmas morning.
While the cheerleaders performed and urged on the crowd, running back Danny Woodhead turned to me. "Can you believe we get to do this? — Jake Byrne

There's 3 sides to every story. Time will tell who the real asshole is despite what you were told. — April Mae Monterrosa

I think most people are the same. Until they've gone somewhere. — Barbara Kingsolver

There's one thing you don't put in a trap, if you're smart, if you value your continued existance, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there is one thing you never ever put in a trap.
And what would that be sir?
Me — Russell T. Davies

My schedule can be hectic, so I'm always trying to find time to see my friends and family. — Jessica Szohr

Lean liberty is better than fat slavery — John Ray

Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda ... and woke up with me. — Rita Hayworth

Peace is ours to create for ourselves. — Krystal Volney

'Monday Mornings' is so utterly different - in so many ways - from anything else I've done, really. I also desperately wanted an ensemble piece, but I couldn't have dreamed of being a part of something like this. I am so lucky. — Jennifer Finnigan

I would rather start a family than finish one. — Don Marquis

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever" (Heb. 13:8). — Jim Reimann

Every person of intelligence should be able to use his mother tongue correctly. It only requires a little pains, a little care, a little study to enable one to do so, and the recompense is great. — Joseph Devlin

Outside, overgrown grass lapped dew on Ronan's boots, and mist curled around the tyres of the charcoal BMW. The sky over Monmouth Manufacturing was the colour of a muddy lake. It was cold, but Ronan's gasoline heart was firing. He settled into the car, letting it become his skin. The night air was still coiled beneath the seats and lurking in the door pockets; he shivered as he tethered his raven to the seat belt fastener in the passenger seat. Not the fanciest setup, but effective for keeping a corvid from flapping around one's sports car. Chainsaw bit him, but not as hard as the early morning cold. — Maggie Stiefvater