Sir Tom Moore Quotes & Sayings

If Vancouver did not succeed as Starbucks from '87 on, our entire international business, which is now thousands of stores and a significant amount of growth and profit, may not have existed. — Howard Schultz

For mankind you've made your wintry bed.
A shipwreck of your own mortality — Marie Symeou

I'm going to make you scream, little girl. And by the time I finally let you come, you'll want to kill me because of how long it will take. But you won't, because you know I'm the only one who will ever make you feel so fucking good. — Alex Lucian

You and I have to rejoice that we have not to answer for our fathers' crimes, neither shall we do right to charge them one to another. We can only regret it, and flee from it, and from henceforth, let peace and righteousness be written upon our hearts and hands forever. — William Apess

There are poems about the internet and about the shipping forecast but very few by women celebrating men. — Germaine Greer

Sir Gerald Moore: I was at dinner last evening, and halfway through the pudding, this four-year-old child came alone, dragging a little toy cart. And on the cart was a fresh turd. Her own, I suppose. The parents just shook their heads and smiled. I've made a big investment in you, Peter. Time and money, and it's not working. Now, I could just shake my head and smile. But in my house, when a turd appears, we throw it out. We dispose of it. We flush it away. We don't put it on the table and call it caviar. — Tom Wolfe

The myth is that women and their families don't have to make trade-offs to have an 'extreme career'; they absolutely do. How you prioritize your life and career is your choice. Once you make a decision, stick to it; don't always second-guess yourself. — Angela Braly

Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world - the figure of the sharp female called La Guillotine.
It was the popular theme for jests; it was the best cure for headache, it infallibly prevented hair from turning gray, it imparted a peculiar delicacy to the complexion, it was the National Razor which shaved close: who kissed La Guillotine looked through the little window and sneezed into the sack. — Charles Dickens

Her wide, gorgeous smile was the culprit. It was pure magic. Neighbors lined the parking lot, eager to empty their pockets, all so she'd shine that beam on them. — Rachel Harris

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything. — John Steinbeck

If you can realistically render
a cypress tree, would you include one when commissioned to paint
a sailor in the midst of a shipwreck? — Horace