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Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Charlie Sheen

If you love with violence and you hate with violence there is nothing that can be questioned. — Charlie Sheen

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Robin Bielman

I just watched this documentary on the mating habits of whiptail lizards and trust me, if those things can make it happen, you can too, my friend. — Robin Bielman

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Jean-Paul Sartre

For a moment I wondered if I were not going to
love humanity. But, after all, it was their Sunday, not mine. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Tom Waits

You got to tell me the brave captain
Why are the wicked so strong?
How do the angels get to sleep
When the devil leaves the porch light on? — Tom Waits

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Emile M. Cioran

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future. — Emile M. Cioran

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Graham Masterton

Somewhere, all the people we have loved and lost are still among us, in the house that we call history. — Graham Masterton

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Tess Gallagher

I stop writing the poem to fold the clothes. No matter who lives or who dies, I'm still a woman. I'll always have plenty to do. I bring the arms of his shirt together. Nothing can stop our tenderness. I'll get back to the poem. I'll get back to being a woman. But for now there's a shirt, a giant shirt in my hands, and somewhere a small girl standing next to her mother watching to see how it's done. — Tess Gallagher

Wellers Whiskey Quotes By Dennis Sharpe

The strange thing was how quiet everything became just in that moment. Everything. All of existence, covered in a thick, still blanket of complete silence. The screeching tires and the yelling all paused. And then it happened: the white flash. It was blinding, taking away all definition of earth and sky, leaving nothing visible but the awful purity of the white. I remember that I flinched instinctively. That was all I really had time to do. Then, as if to announce my passing and that of all three-hundred-and-fourteen other souls working the midnight shift at the plant, came the roar. It was a guttural thunderous growl, like some great evil had just been released into the world. After that ... — Dennis Sharpe