Sam And Joshua Quotes & Sayings

A monk asked Ts'ui-wei, "For what reason did the First Patriarch come from the West?" Ts'ui-wei answered, "Pass me that chin-rest." As soon as the monk passed it, Ts'ui-wei hit him with it.20 — Alan W. Watts

Anger helps nothing. What's done is done. Now we move on. — Patricia Cornwell

Isn't there at lest a bloody light switch somewhere in this hole? Oh, to hell with it, I feel as if I've fallen into some far-fetched adventure story where the villians wear black eye patches and throw knives. Damn, damn, damn! Meggie had already noticed that Elinor swore a lot, and the more upset she was the worse her language became. — Cornelia Funke

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness. — D.H. Lawrence

And remember your promise," said Sam, wagging a finger at him. "Don't follow us." The man glared at him but kept silent ...
"What?" asked Sam, slightly confused by his good humour.
"I can't believe you said that."
"What?"
"You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. Do you think you're the hulk or something?" He laughed again. Sam found himself smiling although he was just telling the man the truth. He wouldn't like him when he was angry. No-one did. — Phillip W. Simpson

When you get a certain amount of media attention, I think people are like, "Where's your other album?" — Beth Ditto

Make sure when you fall you land on your back if you can see you can get up. — Les Brown

Take it easy!" he shouted over the roar of the engine.
"If you want to drive, be my guest," yelled Josh.
"I don't know how," Sam admitted. — Phillip W. Simpson

You should be more careful," said Josh with a crooked grin, the barrel of his gun still smoking. "It's dangerous around here. You could get hurt."
Sam grinned back savagely. "I'll try to remember. — Phillip W. Simpson

Wherever art appears, life disappears. — Robert Motherwell

It's the loneliest feeling in the world-to find yourself standing up when everybody else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say, 'What's the matter with him?' I know. I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. — Robert E.Lee