Truck Driver's Wife Quotes & Sayings

You have to accept this reality as the madhouse walls bulge break and the terrified insane flood our ugly streets. you have to accept terrible reality. — Charles Bukowski

And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious storm. — Ky Grabowski

I'm happy to sacrifice a big pay cheque for my happiness, if that's not too corny a thing to say. It's probably more naive than mature to say that, maybe, but that's how I feel. — Jack Gleeson

I like the night, I have clearer ideas in the dark. — Serge Gainsbourg

This is the last moment of contentment untainted by sorrow, when the brain hesitates before delivering the message to the heart that it knows it must. — Dexter Palmer

Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move. — Tim O'Brien

It was not through democratic methods that Britain bagged India. — Mahatma Gandhi

Court was adjourned and my lawyer sat back down. He looked exhausted. But his colleagues came over to shake his hand. I heard: 'That was brilliant!' One of them even appealed to me...'Wasn't it?' he said. I agreed, but my congratulations weren't sincere, because I was too tired — Albert Camus

When he unleashes on her everything falls together. Like a crick in the neck snapped into place, the boy's brain pops and is put right. It is a beautiful undoing, a beautiful becoming. He doesn't stop to think about it when the punches follow her down to the ground. He doesn't stop to notice when she goes still or when the pool of blood under her head pillows out into a great, liquid heart. He doesn't stop until he's pulled off her and he doesn't start to think again until that night, when he's back at home. For hours and hours his brain stays beautifully popped into place. — Carolyn Lee Adams

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground. — Bob Dylan

I think I will never sit down to play again! — Elizabeth Gaskell

It was her only real secret, so it was a pity it wasn't juicier. — Liane Moriarty

I am sorry to have to introduce the subject of Christmas. It is an indecent subject; a cruel, gluttonous subject; a drunken, disorderly subject; a wasteful, disastrous subject; a wicked, cadging, lying, filthy, blasphemous and demoralizing subject. Christmas is forced on a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press: on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred; and anyone who looked back to it would be turned into a pillar of greasy sausages. — George Bernard Shaw