Shirriff Hockey Quotes & Sayings

I'm pretty sure my stomach has a sliver in it from rubbing up against my backbone, so back off, bitch. — H.J. Bellus

You don't have to concern yourself with other people's points of view. Once you can see that nothing others say or do is about you, it doesn't matter who gossips about you, who blames you, who rejects you, who disagree with your point of view. All the gossip doesn't affect you. You don't even bother to defend your point of view.
You let the dogs bark, and surely they will bark, and bark, and bark. So what? Whatever people say doesn't affect you because you are immune to their opinions and their emotional poison. — Janet Mills

You might say that the universe plays the blues. — David Byrne

I kissed his forehead and then his temples. I kissed every place on his face all except his lips. I got close, but never full on the lips. I gave every place on his face my full attention. Maverick quietly said to me, "You missed a spot Charlie."
"I'm pretty sure I didn't," I replied.
"No Charlie, you did and I'm not waiting anymore for you to give it the attention that it so desperately deserves. — Heather Gunter

She's terse. I can be terse. Once, in flight school, I was laconic. — Joss Whedon

The largest two books I've ever read more than once are 'Bleak House' by Charles Dickens and 'The Stand' by Stephen King, about 1,200 pages each. — Simon Toyne

I have studied him - the wonderful man - and in my opinion far from being an anti-Christ he must be called the saviour of humanity. — George Bernard Shaw

Writing is a process, a journey into memory and the soul. — Isabel Allende

Peace is not weak. Standing up to a tank is harder than dropping a suicide bomb — Matthieu Ricard

When you kill time, you kill your opportunities for success. — Denis Waitley

She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas. — Fern Michaels

Let me feed you, he whispered, his tone suddenly husky.
He sounded like sex. Or at least, what Julia imagined sex would sound like if it was sitting on a white banquette with shining blue eyes and an arrogant jaw, trying to press a cold glass up to her mouth.
Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh ... my ... Gabriel. — Sylvain Reynard