Unskillful Crossword Quotes & Sayings

[To woman bragging about having kept her husband for seven years:] Don't worry, if you keep him long enough, he'll come back in style. — Dorothy Parker

Hope grows in us, despite our moments of darkness, regardless of our regular bouts of depression. — Joan D. Chittister

Vell, Zaphod's just zis guy, you know? — Douglas Adams

The historians criticized a tendency, as they phrased it, to too rapid generalization. Other people blamed my method; and those who complimented me were those who understood me least. — Andre Gide

Bad girl, drunk by six, kissing someone else's lips. Smoked to many cigarettes today, I'm not happy when I act this way. — Madonna Ciccone

I have always known that at last I would take this road, but yesterday I did not know that it would be today. — Ariwara No Narihira

I took a route of acting, rather than starmaking, so it cost me a lot financially. — Vincent D'Onofrio

As long as we're together — Rick Riordan

Some people continue to pretend that anchor people are reporters. — Peter Jennings

The world tells us that our pasts define us, trapping us, isolating us and giving us little hope for change or betterment. I say our pasts design us for what's to come and gives us a platform to be heroes in the lives of others. — Shawn M Mcnamara

Soul," said Jack, turning toward it again, "you've been listening. Do you have any suggestions?" "I have only one desire." "What is that?" "To be united with you. To go through life with you, comforting and cautioning, and - " "Wait a moment," said Jack, raising his hand. "What does it require for you to be united with me?" "Your consent." Jack smiled. He lit a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly. "What if I were to withhold my consent?" he asked. "Then I would become a wanderer. I would follow you at a distance, unable to comfort you and caution you, unable - " "Great," said Jack. "I withhold my consent. Get out of here." "Are you joking? That's a hell of a way to treat a soul. Here I am, waiting to comfort and caution you, and you kick me out. What will people say? 'There goes Jack's soul,' they'll say, 'poor thing. — Roger Zelazny

A tale is told of a man in Paris during the upheaval in 1948, who saw a friend marching after a crowd toward the barricades. Warning him that these could not be held against the troops, that he had better keep way, he received this reply, " I must follow them. I am their leader." — Abbott Lawrence Lowell