Vociferation Define Quotes & Sayings

Whatever the reasons, would-be entrepreneurs should be forewarned. Going into business for yourself isn't just risky because your business might fail. It's risky because you might have a harder time getting a job in the future, even if you succeed with your company. — Scott Shane

And snow - snow is not my enemy, I tell him. Snow is God's way of telling people to slow down and rest and stay in bed for a day. And besides, snow always solves itself. Mixes with the leaves to form more earth, I tell him. Think compost, says I. — Robert Fulghum

Morning, Mr. Nick." "My, don't you look dapper." He looked to find Lilly in the doorway. "And doesn't your mama look pretty as a daisy." "Not daisy. Daffodil." Levi hopped down the steps. "That's her favorite flower, but her dress is green, so I guess she's pretty as a toad." Nick chuckled. "Only you would think toads are pretty." "Toads — Lorna Seilstad

Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected. She had retired to this room as a good place in which to be miserable; for it was dark and still, full of ancient furniture, somber curtains, and hung all around with portraits of solemn old gentlemen in wigs, severe-nosed ladies in top-heavy caps, and staring children in little bobtailed coats or short-waisted frocks. It was an excellent place for woe; amd the fitful spring rain that pattered on the windowpane seemed to sob,Cry away; I'm with you. — Louisa May Alcott

Women are great. When they dig you, there's nothing they won't do. That kind of loyalty is hard to find - unless you've got a good dog. — David Lee Roth

We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel ... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that? — Tupac Shakur

When I was little, I'd pick flowers wherever I traveled with my mom, then dry them, cover them with resin, and turn them into paperweights. — Ivanka Trump

Go fuck yourself, Teague," Marshall said. "If you were a real infantryman, you'd have already commanded instead of hiding out on the staff."
"Maybe there are limits to how many hairy asses I'll kiss to make major. Feel free to continue for the both of us, though," Teague said. — Jessica Scott

Women, she realized, were scared to be assholes. And what is any artist, really, but someone who doesn't mind being an asshole? That was when she birthed her plan: Be an Asshole. — Jade Chang

I don't care whether people like me or dislike me. I'm not on earth to win a popularity contest. I'm here to be the best human being I possibly can be. — Tab Hunter

Your past doesn't define who you are. Biography isn't Destiny. — Kathryn Perez

If it ends in a belief that there is no God, you will find incitements to virtue in the comfort and pleasantness you feel in this exercise, and the love of others which it will procure you. — Richard Dawkins

In my mind's eye I can still see the first night flight I made in Argentina. It was pitch-dark. Yet in the black void, I could see the lights of man shining down below on the plains, like faintly luminous earthbound stars. Each star was a beacon signaling the presence of a human mind. Here a man was meditating on human happiness, perhaps, or on justice or peace. Lost among this flock of stars was the star of some solitary shepherd. There, perhaps, a man was in communication with the heavens, as he labored over his calculations of the nebula of Andromeda. And there, a pair of lovers. These fires were burning all over the countryside, and each of them, aven the most humble, had to be fed. The fire of the poet, of the teacher, of the carpenter. But among all these living fires, how many closed windows there were, how many dead stars, fires that gave off no light for lack of nourishment. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

I did spend a year in high school being obsessed with Fleetwood Mac. — Joanna Newsom

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions. — Edith Wharton