Takmeely Reg Quotes & Sayings

In a tavern everybody puts on airs except the landlord. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hydrogeology is not a simple discipline, .. It's full of variables that are always changing. — Ron Parker

Creating breathing room financially may lower your standard of living but raise your quality of life. — Andy Stanley

What made Jesus' death uncommon, unusual? It was the dying of the just for the unjust. It was His sacrificial dying, His vicarious dying. He paid a debt He did not owe in behalf of the others too deeply in debt ever to pay. — A.W. Tozer

On a recent HBO special, Roseanne Arnold, who, incidentally, collects Barbies, excoriated what she considered to be Barbie's middle-class-ness. Why didn't Mattel make, say, "trailer-park Barbie"? But to many upper-middle-class women, all post-1977 Barbies are Trailer Park Barbie. Ironically, given the knee-jerk antagonism to Barbie's body, it is one of her few attributes that doesn't scream "prole." Her thinness - indicative of an expensive gym membership and possibly a personal trainer - definitely codes her as middle- or upper-middle-class. In Distinction, French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu notes that "working class women . . . are less aware of the 'market' value of beauty and less inclined to invest . . . sacrifices and money in cultivating their bodies." Likewise, Barbie's swanlike neck elevates her status. A stumpy neck is a lower-class attribute, Fussell says. — M.G. Lord

I don't look at a problem and put variables in there that don't affect it. — Bill Parcells

Diamonds are intrinsically worthless, except for the deep psychological need they fill. — Nicky Oppenheimer

In friendship similarity of character has more weight than kinship. — Cornelius Nepos

Its not a global village, but we're in a highly interconnected globe. — Howard Rheingold

The pain you experience today creates the strength and character you'll need tomorrow. — Charles F. Glassman

Keep learning science, kids. — Satan

They peer in and at the same moment both angle back their heads, as if they have taken a position a little too close to a panoramic screen. They are tall and big-boned and look like men playing women's parts in a play by Oscar Wilde. 'Nan, Verge's sisters are here,' my mother says loudly. But Nan already knows, and furiously pokers the fire to try and smoke them back out. Nan here is The Aged P only with more mischievousness than Mr Wemmick's in Great Expectations, the only book of which my father kept two copies (Books 180 and 400, Penguin Classic & Everyman Classics editions, London), both of which I have read twice, deciding each time that Great Expectations is the Greatest. If you don't agree, stop here, go back and read it again. I'll wait. Or be dead. — Niall Williams