Tresslers Junkyard Quotes & Sayings

Vote: the instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country. — Ambrose Bierce

If you are serious about volleyball, the only months to stop playing are those without a vowel. — John Kessel

You have your milk," he said. "Where there is milk, there is hope. — Neil Gaiman

There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is blink. — F Scott Fitzgerald

In the morning I stand up, scratch a little bit, then I light a candle and I meditate. Every morning. I've been meditating for maybe 20 years. I meditate so I can make choices; so I'm not a sheep all the time. So I can see better than what everyone else is doing. — Russell Simmons

Jimmy looked down at himself. Clean jeans and a clean gray sweatshirt. "Am I not dressed right?" "Hell if I know. Mom says I'm hopeless at picking out clothes. I guess the cowboy genes outweigh the gay ones. — Kim Fielding

What do violent individuals fear most? Violence? I should say not! By what do the cruel and selfish feel most threatened? All of them fear nothing as much as they fear love. — Jan-Philipp Sendker

It is always my policy to give in on non-essentials. It is only on essentials where I feel that the Will of God is at stake that I am adamant. — Gordon Lindsay

I was a very, very old child. Sometimes you meet a child who seems more like an adult. I think I was that type of child because I had a nearly fatal kidney disease when I was 9 years old. — Marianne Wiggins

If what you want to do is write, then it's madness not to do it. — Joseph O'Neill

Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago. — William Alfred Quayle

Morality is nothing but a struggle for safety — H.L. Mencken

There'd been blood in his eyes and Johnny was dying, but it was the most beautiful and frozen dawn Elisha had ever seen. He'd laid on the ground and stared through red stains at a bloody sun and bloody clouds and night's last death whisper. Even the blind remember a dawn like that. — Kendra L. Saunders