Shellbrook Chev Quotes & Sayings

My husband doesn't listen because his mother didn't make him listen. What am I going to do, beat him? I mean: firstborn of a southern family? Firstborn boy? Please. I mean, I love him to death, but is he going to take the garbage out? No. — Carol Bartz

have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once. — Anonymous

The audience should feel they are hearing the future, that is arriving just on time. — Kurt Elling

I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime. — Arthur Miller

While a lot of what is on Facebook is a better amalgam of what AOL, Yahoo, Amazon, and other Web pioneers introduced long ago, with a nice dash of connection and really identified community, this kind of thing is not a new idea. — Kara Swisher

No carbs" her mother called after her as she went into the dressing room "And no butter"
"I know you stole me from my real parents" Min called back. "They'd let me eat butter — Jennifer Crusie

Under a good administration, the Nile gains on the desert. Under a bad one, the desert gains on the Nile. — Napoleon Bonaparte

After you've been to fight club, watching football on television is watching pornography when you could be having great sex. — Chuck Palahniuk

The heirloom biblical wheat of our ancestors is something modern humans never eat. — Rick Warren

If Mr. Castillo had been in charge of building the Ark, Noah would have wound up with a boat the size of the New Jersey."
"It still wouldn't have been big enough for all those animals," said Freddie.
"Honestly, Freddie," I said. "Don't you know a joke when you hear one?"
"Sure," he said. "Just the same, Val, with the few people the Ark had aboard, there wouldn't be enough of them to shovel all the-"
I threw a pine cone at him and chased him back to camp. — Debra Doyle

How many times do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:-
So many times do I love again. — Thomas Lovell Beddoes

International business, once allowed to stalk uncontrolled, killed the local, the small, the quirky. — Alexander McCall Smith