Unbuttered Quotes & Sayings

I feel like I have reached the stage where I can no longer produce for my club, my manager, and my teammates. — Joe DiMaggio

Unbuttered toast is a substance half complete, and to be forced to eat it in that state is necessarily to feel deprived. — John Thorne

The greatest catalyst for change in a relationship is complete acceptance or your partner as he or she is, without needing to judge or change them in any way.
That immediately takes you beyond ego. All mind games and all addictive clinging are then over. There are no victims and no perpetrators anymore, no accuser and accused. This is also the end of codependency, of being drawn into somebody else's unconscious pattern and thereby enabling it to continue. You will then either separate - in love - or move ever more deeply into the Now together - into Being. Can it be that simple? Yes, it is that simple. — Eckhart Tolle

He knew he could never jingle change in his pocket or park his car like a confident adult, he was the Adrian he had always been, casting a guilty look over a furtive shoulder, living in eternal dread of a grown-up striding forward to clip his ear.
But there again, when he sipped at the whiskey his eyes failed to water and his throat forgot to burn. The body shamelessly welcomed what once it would have rejected. At breakfast he demanded not Ricicles and chocolate spread, but coffee and unbuttered toast. And if the coffee was sugared he leapt from it like a colt from an electric fence. He ate the crust and left the filling, guzzled the olives and spurned the cherries. Yet inside he remained the same Adrian who fought down the urge to stand and shout 'Bullocks' during church services, smelt his own farts and wasted hours skimming through National Geographic on the off-chance of seeing a few naked bodies. — Stephen Fry

They [illegal immigrants] broke the law, but it's not a felony, it's an act of love. It's an act of commitment to your family. — Jeb Bush

I live in a blue-collar neighborhood, and if anyone knows what I do for a living, they don't seem to care. — George Pelecanos

The Massachusetts elite had read everything in sight, some of it too closely. As would be said of logic-loving Ipswich minister John Wise, those men were not so much the masters as the victims of learning. They had read and reread bushels of witchcraft texts. They parsed legal code. They knew their history. They worked in the sterling name of reason. — Stacy Schiff

Nonviolence is not an easy thing to understand, still less to practice, weak as we are. — Mahatma Gandhi

When Edd caught sight of the ragged band of wildlings, he pursed his lips and gave the giant a long look. "Might need some butter to slide that one through the tunnel, m'lord. Shall I send someone to the larder?" "Oh, I think he'll fit. Unbuttered." So — George R R Martin

See driving is like stabbing someone, it's very personal. While flying is like shooting someone, it's more distant. — Bushwick Bill

The media create this wonderful illusion-but the amount of airbrushing that goes into those beauty magazines-the hours of hair and makeup! It's impossible to live up to, because it's not real. — Jennifer Aniston

I only hold the pen while my mind does the writing — P.J. Bayliss

You gotta lay down the law; being nice or polite is a weakness that only encourages unwanted attention. I'd be less of a bitch if I didn't have to worry about getting my motives twisted. Sometimes you just have to be rude. — Xandrie Kovak

It is not easy being you just when you think you made it and its done and over with something comes up and your back to square one all over again wishing with all your heart that it was not so that you weren't back in the darkness you escaped. don't worry you just started and it is not easy but in the end it'll be worth every tear. — Morigann Sidhe

To do what we love we miss the ones we love. Long distance letters and phone calls and anything to make the distance disappear! That's what this means to me. — Hayley Williams

I pity you. You've crawled up your own asshole and died. — Kurt Vonnegut

Watching the Archer brothers eat was like watching a twister blow through the room. Meredith sat with her elbows tucked close to her side, afraid to do more than occasionally raise her fork to her mouth for fear of being rammed by a reaching arm or thumped by a tossed biscuit. The venison steak was overdone, the beans gluey, and the biscuits were dry as unbuttered toast, yet the Archers attacked their food like a pack of dogs fighting over a fresh kill. No one spoke. They just ate. — Karen Witemeyer