Table Tennis Funny Quotes & Sayings

His tongue felt good, it tasted good, it was all just good. Not just good. It was better than good. I missed this. I loved kissing and, Lord, did I miss it. — Kristen Ashley

Pumpkin?" He nodded at the cookies.

"Of course."

"Anna Banana, I love you. — Jennifer Rush

My field-mouse had made a set of brand-new tracks; here and there they etched themselves, following the brown flowers. It seemed as if uncommon spirits had seized their little maker, for sometimes he had leaped a yard, the festive mite! There was no other track pursuing; the leaps must have been mere joy. — Anne Bosworth Greene

Novelists liked to imagine the interconnectedness of things - as though all the people in the big city were part of some great organism, their lives intertwined. He — Edward Rutherfurd

Ah the mad hearts of all of us. — Jack Kerouac

Your ghost,' she said, 'Nicholas Nickleby. Do you think he might still be at the crime scene?' 'How should I know?' I said. 'I don't even believe in ghosts. — Ben Aaronovitch

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! — Christopher Marlowe

We weren't poor growing up on Long Island, but it wasn't lavish - just a regular middle-class house. — Criss Angel

Egypt is a fertile valley of rich river soil, low-lying, warm, monotonous, a slow-flowing river, and beyond the limitless desert. Greece is a country of sparse fertility and keen, cold winters, all hills and mountains sharp cut in stone, where strong men must work hard to get their bread. And while Egypt submitted and suffered and turned her face toward death, Greece resisted and rejoiced and turned full-face to life. For somewhere among those steep stone mountains, in little sheltered valleys where the great hills were ramparts to defend, and men could have security for peace and happy living, something quite new came into the world: the joy of life found expression. Perhaps it was born there, among the shepherds pasturing their flocks where the wild flowers made a glory on the hillside; among the sailors on a sapphire sea washing enchanted islands purple in a luminous air. — Edith Hamilton