Squashed Grapes Quotes & Sayings

The hot sun struck the backs of their close-shaven necks. It was a peaceful, uneventful, glorious Sunday afternoon. Yet Kiyoaki remained convinced that at the bottom of this world, which was like a leather bag filled with water, there was a little hole, and it seemed to him that he could hear time leaking from it, drop by drop. — Yukio Mishima

You're pregnant? Congratulations, the world needs another mindless, semiliterate consumer. — Dov Davidoff

Learned arguments do not make a man holy and righteous, whereas a good life makes him dear to God. — Thomas A Kempis

Two of the tiny shepherds were using their shepherds' staffs for swords, nearly hitting Mary and Joseph.
"I remember you doing that."
"You hand a boy a stick, he will use it as a sword. I remember you being upset about that."
"Because I was Mary and you ruined the whole scene. — Sarah Holman

I thought I was funny as a kid. — Jo Brand

I have damaged my intellect trying to imagine why a man should want to invent a repeating clock, and how another man could be found to lust after it and buy it. The man who can guess these riddles is far on the way to guess why the human race was invented - which is another riddle which tires me. — Mark Twain

They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on. — Angela Carter

And the truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody's mother were black magic. There is nothing I would trade them for. There is no place I would rather have seen. — Ariel Levy

To be an amazing person you need to be loyal to your religion,loyal to your people and loyal to yourself ... — Zainab Asif

Results fuel belief which causes us to take more action and get more results. — Todd Stocker

It was a senseless, evil thing to do. Still, evil like that is everywhere in this world, mountains of it. I can't understand it, you can't understand it. But it's there, no question. You could say we're surrounded by it. — Haruki Murakami

our feet
are grape-squashed in memories

our skins are still flushed
from the touch
of summer's lips. — Sanober Khan