Stypula Fresno Quotes & Sayings

That's a good feeling, to save your clients two billion dollars. — Joe Jamail

Princess. By S. Morgenstern. It's a kids' classic. Tell him I'll quiz him on it when I'm back next week and that he doesn't have to like it or anything, but if he doesn't, tell him I'll kill myself. Give him that message exactly please; I wouldn't want to apply any extra pressure or anything. — William Goldman

Love, sex, food, friendship, art, play, beauty and the simple pleasure of a cup of tea are all well and good, but never forget that God/the universe is determined to kill you by whatever means necessary. — Chuck Lorre

He's too real. So real, it hurts. — Jessica Love

Four things will shame the students of knowledge: Criticizing people, praising themselves, not teaching the knowledge,and not practicing what they know. — Luqman

The Buddhist mindset seeks to eliminate the self. That is to say, what we want to experience is life, not self. When there's less self and more life, we're very content, and when there's more self and less life we're quite unhappy. — Frederick Lenz

When you find the right person things aren't always easy & blissful but there are always those whispers from your heart telling you hold on — Abdul'Rauf Hashmi

So you have a new baby sister, huh Charlie Brown?
Yes, and I'm so happy ...
Happy?! I suppose it's never occurred to you that over-population is a serious problem?! — Charles M. Schulz

We believe that when men reach beyond this planet, they should leave their national differences behind them. — John F. Kennedy

I think everybody in my generation, we wanted to be Elvis. — Chris Isaak

The Wistful A shirt is for unbuttoning. A name is for forgetting. Drunk is for getting. And hillocks are for sitting on and sighing, when, struck numb by the sun's delinquent shining, you resign to a strychnine indecisiveness that's meant to discredit you. You don't know what to do. Or how. Or who. Or if it even matters, now, to boot. And it suits you absolutely, this languor, this drag. Such as they were, your lusts have been scissored in half. And your heart. That blood-blue slab of vena cava and ventricle, receptacle of kept loves, villain, vile, and trivial - it will take a final beating then throw in its towel. Then brake. Then coast. Then slow to an almost stock-still throb. Then - if you're lucky - it stops. — Jill Alexander Essbaum