Twine Rope Quotes & Sayings

Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase — Charles Dickens

Some Southerners effectively applied slave labor to the cultivation of corn, grain, and hemp (for making rope and twine), to mining and lumbering, to building canals and railroads, and even to the manufacture of textiles, iron, and other industrial products. Nevertheless, no other American region contained so many white farmers who merely subsisted on their own produce. The "typical" white Southerner was not a slaveholding planter but a small farmer who tried, often without success, to achieve both relative self-sufficiency and a steady income from marketable cash crops. — David Brion Davis

Use justice to rule a country. Use surprise to wage war. Use non-action to govern the world. — Laozi

What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't want no pants rabbits. — John Steinbeck

Inside a barn is a whole universe, with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem, a shadowy world of swirling dust illuminated in tiger stripes by light shining through the cracks between the boards. Old leather tack, lengths of chain, rope, and baling twine dangled from nails and rafters and draped over stall railings. Generations of pocketknives lay lost in the layers of detritus on the floor. — Carolyn Jourdan

We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest. — Horace

The vice-presidency isnt worth a bucket of warm piss, — John Nance Garner

We could survive the worst, doesn't it stand to reason we should be able to bear the best? — V.C. Andrews

In earlier times they had no statistics and so they had to fall back on lies. Hence the huge exaggerations of primitive literature, giants, miracles, wonders! It's the size that counts. They did it with lies and we do it with statistics: but it's all the same. — Stephen Leacock

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear. — Edgar Allan Poe

Sometimes I forget for one second and it hurts.
It's a different kind of pain than the constant, the weight that hangs from my heart. It swings from twine embedded so deeply that my aorta has grown around it. Blood pulses past rope in the chambers of my heart, dragging away tiny fibers until my whole body is suffused and pain is all I am and ever can be. — Mindy McGinnis

Vulgarity is like a fine wine: it should only be uncorked on a special occasion, and then only shared with the right group of people. — James Rozoff