Sickert Patrol Quotes & Sayings

What a splendid little war! — John Hayes

Watson, ... if I can get a mechanism which will make a current of electricity vary in its intensity, as the air varies in density when a sound is passing through it, I can telegraph any sound, even the sound of speech. — Alexander Graham Bell

You can't sing baritone when you're a soprano. — Jim Crace

The thirty-plus years of marriage between the ceiling and the cement plaster showed signs of weakness by frequently developing cracks and holes. — Pawan Mishra

I had thought, in my blindness, that the great things were the easiest to do, but now I see that drudgery is an inseparable part of everything worth while, and the more worth while it is, the more drudgery is involved. — Myrtle Reed

Seriously, people. You suck at partying."
"We're depressed," Simon explained.
"You're too young to be depressed, unless you have gonorrhea. That shit is a buzz kill. — Brittainy C. Cherry

And this too shall pass. Though — Alyson Noel

I believe it would be considerably healthier for us to dare to live without a reason for many things than with reasons that are simplistic. — M. Scott Peck

Earlier ages fortified themselves behind the sovereign state, behind protectionism and militarism. — Christian Lous Lange

Oh, we had a lot of sex back then in Montreal; it wasn't just me. Blame it on the cold. The roses in everyone's cheeks made them seem way more appealing than they actually were. We confused the indoors with intimacy and electric heating with connection. — Heather O'Neill

My beloved beliebers I'm officially retiring. — Justin Bieber

four different operators in that unit, working on a shift system, each with his own characteristics," says Nigel West, a British military historian. "And invariably, quite apart from the text, there would be the preambles, and the illicit exchanges. How are you today? How's the girlfriend? What's the weather — Malcolm Gladwell

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh