Quotes & Sayings About Rumor Starters

No, I'm not smart," he whispered against her ear, "but I was wise enough to fall in love with you and clever enough to convince you to marry me. I hope I'm not so stupid that I would ever let you go. — Sara Lindsey

If they wish to alleviate the sufferings of the exploited classes, let them live up to their pretensions, let them abandon the academy and go out there and work politically and economically and in a humanitarian spirit. — Harold Bloom

Higher income people don't have to pay taxes if they don't want to. — Rick Santorum

If I'm in a bad mood, my thing is I go clean! That's what relaxes me! I go and clean everything. — Corbin Bleu

New synonyms for sex: Going to a family function, getting the hard part over with, anti-fillet. Get it? Sex! — Dana Gould

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment everything seems like it'll be okay. More than okay, actually. — Collette West

I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the life-time of his God? — Herman Melville

Certain books come to meet me, as do people. — Elizabeth Bowen

When you see another tall woman on the street, you nod, sort of like Orthodox Jews. — Judy Gold

Sometimes I'll have a brief window of mini-fame thanks to 'Access Hollywood.' But it only lasts a couple of days, and then no one recognizes me anymore. — Jim Cummings

But I listen to everything, I listen to all artists that come along. — Skitch Henderson

She's a forever kind of girl and I'm a just for the night kind of guy. — K. Bromberg

I don't approve the informality in the world today, Mr. James. It's made strangers of us all. — Dorothy Salisbury Davis

Flying solo, you have a fair workload. I'm not only flying the balloon but doing the navigation, communications, repairing the burners, taking care of the equipment. — Steve Fossett

A speck of saliva flew from Ida's mouth onto Ester's lower lip. When Ida released Ester's arm and left the toilets, Ester wiped her mouth and reapplied her lipstick, but still she felt it there, the fleck of spit. In the hours which followed, Ester put her mouth to the rims of countless champagne glasses and wine glasses and shot glasses, but still she felt that spack of saliva clinging on. And even hours later, when Ester and Bernard were alone in bed and he was kissing her, all she could think about was Ida's spit on her lip, as if it were still there, pressed between her mouth and Bernard's like a cold sore. — Alison Moore