Secombe Centre Quotes & Sayings

We do not need to endorse that [agains Muslims]type of activity nor should we. — Rachel Maddow

The walls of the cell fell away, the sky came down, I saw the big yellow bird. — Truman Capote

Understanding is the foundation of love. — Thich Nhat Hanh

But I won't be. Every day that you're there, I will wonder what has become of you. I won't ... I won't forget you. Not for one hour. — Sarah J. Maas

I learned about sex the hard way ... from books. — Emo Philips

The bondage we are born into is the bondage we cannot see. Verily, freedom is little more than the ignorance of tyranny. Live long enough, and you will see: Men resent not the whip so much as the hand that wields it. — R. Scott Bakker

The ultimate objective [of comedy] is to get a laugh, so if you can get a laugh off the fact that you did not get a laugh, then you've kinda saved the moment. Other professions don't have that luxury. You don't want to hear a brain surgeon say, "Man, am I so stupid! I cut on the wrong side of your head!!" — Brian Regan

Don't waste a single moment of your precious life! Wake up now! And now! And now! 6. — Ruth Ozeki

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means. — Robert Browning

Several hard-core Star Wars fans who had tickets for the first showing actually said that when the movie finally began, they started crying. Mainly because they realized that it's 22 years later, and they still haven't lost their virginity. — Conan O'Brien

There was, of course, the dildo that I have described (though the device, or the instrument, was what I learned, following Diana, to call it: I think the unnecessary euphemism, with its particular odour of the surgery or house of correction, appealed to her; only when really heated would she call the thing by its proper name - and even then she was as likely to ask for Monsieur Dildo, or simply Monsieur). Besides this there was an album of photographs of big-buttocked girls with hairless parts, bearing feathers; also a collection of erotic pamphlets and novels, all hymning the delights of what I would call tommistry but what they, like Diana, called Sapphic Passion. — Sarah Waters