Twilight Zone Dummy Quotes & Sayings

To Jane Austen, every fool is a treasure trove. — Mason Cooley

As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses. — James Oppenheim

There's no sin but stupidity. — Oscar Wilde

That man made a deep impression on me; I shall never forget his countenance!" The Englishman smiled imperceptibly. — Alexandre Dumas

So, there is a God protecting the innocent. Too bad, he didn't act sooner. — Pepper Phillips

So a contemporary wedding is like the Olympic Games, a spectacle of detailed research and preparation but lasts only a short time. Even if it all goes according to plan, a wedding is over in a day, much of it spent being ordered around by photographers, and when the audience is gone and the costumes returned to their boxes (never again to be taken out), an ordinary man and woman look to each other and think: 'Is this all it is? — Michael Foley

According to the law of nature, wherever there is an awakening of a new and stronger life, there it tries to conquer and take the place of the old and the decaying. Nature favours the dying out of the unfit and the survival of the fittest. The final result of such conflict between the priestly and the other classes has been mentioned already. — Swami Vivekananda

Ialways think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians.
So I'm never quite sure why we eat Turkey like everybody else. (101) — Sherman Alexie

I was trying to change things on the outside and you can't. You've got to feel it on the inside and everything else will change. — Rhonda Byrne

My mother said I was at an awkward age. I didn't feel especially awkward, so I presumed she meant that it was awkward for them. — Joanna Cannon

The knives in my apartment are only sharp enough to open envelopes with. Cutting a slice of coarse bread is on the borderline of their ability. I don't need anything sharper. Otherwise, on bad days, it might easily occur to me that I could always go stand in the bathroom in front of the mirror and slit my throat. On such occasions it's nice to have the added security of needing to go downstairs and borrow a decent knife from a neighbor. — Peter Hoeg