Underbelly Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

For your love for me is very great. You have rescued me from the depths of death. - Psalm 86:13 — Gary Chapman

We have abolished the death penalty for humans, so why should it continue for animals? — Brigitte Bardot

The mown grass is growing again nearly to our knees; we will take a second crop of hay from this field, rich and green and starred with moon daisies, buttercups and the bright, blowsy heads of poppies. — Philippa Gregory

A memoir is a work of sustained narrative prose controlled by an idea of the self under obligation to lift from the raw material of life a tale that will shape experience, transform the event, deliver wisdom. — David Shields

I have the power to call you here. As I have the power to condemn you to death. I hope we understand each other. — John Scalzi

be emotionally affected by someone or something that one admires; become ecstatic: teenagers swoon over Japanese pop singers. — Oxford University Press

I would love to write a screenplay for 'Badlands' one day. I don't think I could ever have the patience to do it; I don't even have the patience to write songs. I write some of the shortest songs ever because I don't have the patience. — Halsey

Dingoes, jackals, skunks, vipers and weasel are now illegal in New York City. Well great, who's going to run CBS? — David Letterman

She was as faithful as a morning mist, as hard as a sword-bayonet, and that, he thought, made her a suitable reward for a soldier. — Bernard Cornwell

Donkeys are the most misunderstood and abused animals around the world. — Bonnie Jo Campbell

I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man. — George Meredith

When you have found inner peace, you are in constant contact with the source of universal energy and cannot be tired ... You have endless energy. — Peace Pilgrim

A lot of pop music has come out of people failing to copy their model and accidentally creating something new. The closer you get to your ideal, the less original you sound. — Elvis Costello

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point - then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and snapping and popping, of gurgling and thudding. And when they were finished, something, something big, with a cavernous, resonating chest, snarled from not ten feet beyond the security door. — Jim Butcher

He had better get married soon, because he's getting uglier every day! — Mark Recchi