Senior Drape Quotes & Sayings

Vagisil. Any one of them will give you another two to three inches drop on your curve ball. Of course if the umps are watching me real close I'll rub a little jalapeno up my nose, get it runnin', and if I need to load the ball up I just ... (wipes his nose) — Eddie Harris

When I first came into the business, I had to, for the sake of being able to sell myself as an artist, always be happy and jovial and smiling. I was the happy nice girl, and I am the happy nice girl, but I have my moments, too. — Kelly Price

Just because she tried to eat us doesn't mean she was wrong — Jesse Petersen

Above all things, the plainsmen had to have in instinct for direction. I never had a compass in my life, but I was never lost. — Charles Goodnight

Books are both our luxuries and our daily bread. — Henry Stevens

At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage. — Tom Robbins

Poor thing, thought Garnett, to have to commit yourself so hard to one moment of poor judgment. — Barbara Kingsolver

If the enemy is a significant part of your body, then how do you destroy it without killing yourself? — Toba Beta

But maybe someone like us will read it and they'll know they're not alone. — Michelle Hodkin

Politicians are just Daily Mail journalists writ large, aren't they? They're always telling us what's going to happen, and we know they don't know! — Tom Baker

A simple equation for the production of successful art work is lots of reference material plus lots of art supplies equals lots of painting happiness. — Robert Genn

A lot of the stuff that I do with Betty is in the eyes. A lot of the feelings that I evoke with her are unspoken, so that's been fun to play with. — January Jones

Everything must change, everything must move forward. — Pat Benatar

I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me. — Henry David Thoreau