Wencel Pribek Quotes & Sayings

Love is alcohol. — Katherine Applegate

I'd like to be in a Spike Jonze movie. But I live in a Nancy Meyers movie. — Chris Rock

Lucas's position was supine: that is, whenever he heard people arguing about it, he wanted to lie down and take a nap. — John Sandford

Let me guess," Cassidy said, "because someone else picked it out and put it up in a room meant to encapsulate who you are, even though you have no interest in boats." "If I say yes, do I get to kiss you? — Robyn Schneider

Please forgive me, Mother. I apologize for saying 'fuck.'"
Then he straightened and addressed Doug. "Which, by the way, was repeated sixty-seven times in this particular film. It has a running length of ninety-four minutes. So last night while watching it, she heard fuck, or a derivative thereof, spoken every one and a half minutes, give or take a few seconds. But if my saying fuck offended her, then I'm fucking sorry. — Sandra Brown

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one. — Deb Caletti

What is the good of faith if this is the result? A city full of people misinterpreting their god's commands? A world of ash and pain and death and sorrow? — Brandon Sanderson

Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together. — Comte De Lautreamont

I'm easy to look like, so there are lots and lots of Dolly look-alikes. — Dolly Parton

Thoughts which have no chance of succeeding do not take the trouble to come into your head at all. — Flann O'Brien

She was a hurt animal- a tiger willing to destroy the whole jungle to get a thorn out of its paw.
And he knew she would destroy him, too, if he got in her way. — Kit Alloway

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mincepies,
And other such ladylike luxuries. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

The dogs had got into the graveyard and were now moving like Hoovers across the ground, their noses down, their tails up, their small dog brains consumed with the idea of uncharted territory and a thousand new scents. — Kate Atkinson