Wii Fit Trainer Smash Quotes & Sayings

Earth is a flower and it's pollinating. — Neil Young

Every one of our congressional offices, every day, is under attack. — Darrell Issa

I take care of my flowers and my cats. And enjoy food. And that's living. — Ursula Andress

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache. — P.G. Wodehouse

Success is nothing without someone you love to share it with. — Billy Dee Williams

I suppose that when I'm building a character, it's usually related to what their family is like and who their parents are, as well as how I grew up - that nurture side. — Henry Cavill

It's not often in life that you can misbehave for the good of the cause — Amin Maalouf

Perhaps this is what I have always wished for since that day. The loss and destruction of all. That's right, one must destroy before creating. In that case, if my conscience becomes a hindrance to me, then I will simply erase it. I have no other choice but to move forward — Lelouch Vi Britannia

I hate to be categorized. — Martin Cruz Smith

Selective memory is surely one of nature's most effective ways of ensuring the survival of our species. — Nigel Hamilton

There is a quiet repose and steadiness about the happiness of age, if the life has been well spent. Its feebleness is not painful. The nervous system has lost its acuteness. But, in mature years we feel that a burn, a scald, a cut, is more tolerable than it was in the sensitive period of youth. — William Hazlitt

I am not alone in this. I only let him do to me what men have ever done to women: march off to empty glory and hollow acclaim and leave us behind to pick up the pieces. The broken cities, the burned barns, the innocent injured beasts, the ruined bodies of the boys we bore and the men we lay with.
The waste of it. I sit here, and I look at him, and it is as if a hundred women sit beside me: the revolutionary farm wife, the English peasant woman, the Spartan mother-'Come back with your shield or on it,' she cried, because that was what she was expected to cry. And then she leaned across the broken body of her son and the words turned to dust in her throat. — Geraldine Brooks