Sheetmetal Quotes & Sayings

She Blinded Me With Science.'"

"What?" Sydney asked.

"That could be our song."

She laughed outright, and I realized I hadn't heard that sound in a very long time. It somehow managed to make my heart both ache and leap. "Well," she said. "I guess that's better than 'Tainted Love. — Richelle Mead

It is a great thing to be young and to live without pain. And yet it is a blessing few of us count until we lose it. — Geraldine Brooks

Goering got into endless arguments with other officers [and] he did not like routine work. — Richard Overy

He saw beauty where no one could imagine it. And for that reason it was his alone. And he was its. — Jo Nesbo

Swatting his arm was like swatting a brick wall; Elle had never noticed the toned biceps hiding under his pressed suits and crisp button-ups. Or maybe she had, but she'd just added it to the list of reasons Grant was a sleazy jerk: gym-obsessed, girl-obsessed, and money-obsessed. — Liz Meldon

There is no passion to be found playing small - in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. — Nelson Mandela

Thorn carried in each limb every hour of her training, every day and year bound into the muscle of her arms, written along the length of her legs, beaten into the hardness of stomach and thigh. She knew five dozen ways to kill, she knew them with a lover's intimacy, and in the execution perhaps lust also played its role - for what is lust but a hunger? And hunger must be fed. — Mark Lawrence

A man with money to pay for a meal can talk about hunger without demeaning himself ... But for a man with no money hunger is a disgrace. — Vicki Baum

Music is crucial. Beyond no way can I overstress this fact. Let's say you're southbound on the interstate, cruising alone in the middle lane, listening to AM radio. Up alongside comes a tractor trailer of logs or concrete pipe, a tie-down strap breaks, and the load dumps on top of your little sheetmetal ride. Crushed under a world of concrete, you're sandwiched like so much meat salad between layers of steel and glass. In that last, fast flutter of your eyelids, you looking down that long tunnel toward the bright God Light and your dead grandma walking up to hug you
do you want to be hearing another radio commercial for a mega, clearance, closeout, blow-out liquidation car-stereo sale? — Chuck Palahniuk