Standups Netflix Quotes & Sayings

What you work hardest at, you love the most. — T. Allen Lawson

I can have different opinions with anybody. I can still be a friend with that person. — Larry The Cable Guy

Salvakalpa samadhi is a tremendous acceptance and liberation, but it is not complete absorption in nirvana, in that consciousness. — Frederick Lenz

You can't do the end of the world in a conventionally dramatic way or Boy Meets Girl way. — Terry Southern

Why did we sleep together, dubiously queer girls that we were? Desire is fluid, but I think Jen and I fucked each other because we wanted to stand by ourselves. Were we not sweet enough for men? Were they put off by our ambition, how fast we talked, how needy we grew? We wouldn't contort ourselves for their desires. Our faces were the same size as we kissed. We were equals. We needed no masculine protection. We would protect each other. We could protect ourselves. — Molly Crabapple

Age, mental illness, and failure are all in the mind.

They put the pain there to let you know it hurts. — David Holmes

Growth requires facing where you're at so you can go to the NEXT LEVEL — Joyce Meyer

He has a way of creeping into the marrow of my bones; making his presence pull at the elements of himself that he's embedded inside me...and I'm helpless. — Jen Tirone

Mr. Italia sat belching under a pair of oval-framed photographs of parents hairier, if possible, than himself. His wife was dead, but there was a picture of her, too, in her casket, gazing out at us with an eerie simulacrum of motherly love. Dark-complected Mr. Italia was indeed, with handle-bar mustaches of a size that might have made him topple forward out of his chair were it not for the posture seemingly aimed at correcting the leverage in his favor. He drank beer after thrusting into my hand a bottle of soda pop of marked but unidentifiable flavor, pale yellow in color, and lukewarm. — Peter De Vries

Death always brings with it a kind of stupefaction, so difficult is it for the human mind to realize and resign itself to the blank and utter nothingness. — Gustave Flaubert