Thrums Knitting Quotes & Sayings

Things aren't right. If a burglar breaks into your home and you shoot him, he can sue you. For what, restraint of trade? — Bill Maher

If all your peers understand what you've done, it's not creative. — Henry Heimlich

Ugh!" She threw her hands in the air. "No? No? That's your favorite word, isn't it?
"It's a classic," he told her calmly, his composure only succeeding in making her more irate. "So much simpler than, say, 'ain't gonna happen' or 'not a chance in hell. — Julie Ann Walker

You're green. Tell me you have the flu."
"No."
"The shoulder?"
"Yeah."
"Well, fuck me."
"I'd rather not. — Jill Shalvis

Strong moral character results from consistent correct choices in the trials and testing of life. Your faith can guide you to those correct choices. — Richard G. Scott

Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend. — Harriet Ann Jacobs

By identifying that which is disrupting our current moment of bliss, so too can we then take the logical and practical steps to amend the problem. — Timothy Moran

One difficulty in making the Senate work the way it was intended is that America's electorate is increasingly divided into red and blue states, with lawmakers representing just one color or the other. — Olympia Snowe

I've been to the Himalayas a half a dozen times and I love it. I'm just kind of tired of going literally twelve time zones around the world. I would rather go six time zones and get to Iceland or whatever it is. — James Balog

In truth, food (within reason, don't go overboard) and beverages (non-alcoholic, we need our brains sober) are encouraged- not only because they lift the mood and help the intellect to focus, but also because it is hard to feel hostile towards someone you share bread with. — Elif Shafak

Hi, Dean," Allie says breathlessly.
"Hey, Allie." His voice is like hot water sliding over a polished floor. "How's that boyfriend of yours treating you?"
Allie smiles, her face getting a little pink. "Really well, thanks."
"Good." Dean reaches out to give my long ponytail a gentle tug. "And how's that husband of yours treating you, Liv?"
I meet his gaze, my heart thumping at the potent combi- nation of heat and tenderness in his eyes. "He does all right."
"Guess he'd better work harder, huh?"
"Couldn't hurt."
"God, you two. Get a room." Allie fans herself with a magazine and rolls her eyes. — Nina Lane