Shameless Season 4 Episode 11 Quotes & Sayings
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I've barely said five words to you. What indication could you possibly have that I am a Yankee?"
"Well, we could start with the words 'what indication.' Someone from south of the Mason-Dixon would have said, 'Who the hell are you calling a Yankee?' Then we would have fought. — Jana Deleon

It's always a little nerve-wracking when everybody agrees. — Brian Hare

He pulled himself up short. He believed in a door. He must find that door. The door was the way to . . . to . . . The Door was The Way. Good. Capital letters were always the best way of dealing with things you didn't have a good answer to. Brusquely — Douglas Adams

The boot, which was dull black and square-heeled, the motorcycle boot of persons who did not own motorcycles but wore the boots of those who did. — David Foster Wallace

My family has always believed that when we are faced with large and apparently impossible problems, the best solutions are found by the insane people, not the sensible ones. — Lisa Kleypas

When I pray, coincidences happen, and when I don't, they don't. — William Temple

I have always been the kid who's asked 'Why?' In my faith, you're just supposed to have faith. But I was always like 'why?' — Katy Perry

One of the frustrating things for people who miss the first rally in a bull market is that they wait for the big correction and it never comes. The market just keeps climbing and climbing. It feeds on itself in frenzied fashion and propels prices considerably higher for six months or so, and sometimes longer. — Martin Zweig

Do nothing that is not natural - and ritual is natural - and all will be for the best. — Gore Vidal

Man knows that love is, but not what it is. — Emanuel Swedenborg

If you understand the great plan of happiness and follow it, what goes on in the world will not determine your happiness. — Boyd K. Packer

Boast of Quietness
Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious
and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,
the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away
he doesn't expect to arrive. — Jorge Luis Borges

I think what we do is fairly unique on 'Psych,' and we just have to keep doing that because that's what got us where we are. — James Roday