Shevchenkove Quotes & Sayings

I mostly eat peanut butter sandwiches. Peanut butter and banana, peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and potato chips, peanut butter and olives, and peanut butter and marshmallow goo. So sue me, I like peanut butter. — Janet Evanovich

The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever. — Herb Caen

People who are exceptionally intelligent are often lonely because there are few people as intelligent as them. I have two little children, and everyone says: 'I hope they're doing well in school. I hope they're bright.' And I think: 'Why would anyone want their children to be the brightest?' Academia is a lonely world. — Helen McCrory

Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear. — Ludwig Van Beethoven

When I was a kid, you listened to a certain genre. Now it's like, "I love indie rock, I love hip-hop, jazz, funk." Also, we knew it couldn't be the same thing each year. — Jonathan Rhys Meyers

8 And the LORD gave them victory over their enemies. The — Anonymous

Message to Obama: Fighting the Clinton machine won't be as easy as picking up favorable press clips. — Rich Lowry

I have been unexpectedly confronted with my own mortality as I was told that I had cancer. — Jodi Rell

I'd love to write for other people. — Miranda Lambert

If the goal is unknown, then abuse is inevitable — Sunday Adelaja

I turned my air conditioner the other way around and it got cold out. The weatherman said 'I don't understand it. It was supposed to be 80 degrees out today.' I said, oops — Steven Wright

She held the moth to the light. It was nearer brown than yellow,and she remembered having seen some like it in the boxes that afternoon.It was not the one needed to complete the collection,but Elnora might want it,so Mrs. Comstock held on. Then the Almighty was kind,or nature was sufficient,as you look at it,for following the law of its being when disturbed,the moth again threw the spray by which some suppose it attracts its kind,and liberally sprinkled Mrs. Comstock's dress front and arms. From that instant,she became the best moth bait ever invented. Every Polyphemus in range hastened to her,and other fluttering creatures of night followed. The influx came her way. She snatched wildly here and there until she had one in each hand and no place to put them. She could see more coming,and her aching heart,swollen with the strain of long excitement,hurt pitifully.She prayed in broken exclamations that did not always sound reverent,but never was a human soul more intense earnest. — Gene Stratton-Porter