Wonkas Chocolate Factory Quotes & Sayings

To lack intelligence is to be in the ring blindfolded. — David M. Shoup

Y'ever notice how you never seem to get laid on Thanksgiving? I think it's because all the coats are on the bed. — George Carlin

But I had to meet you in the end . . . eleven years old, and you were so brave. So good. You walked uncomplainingly along the path that had been laid at your feet. Of course I loved you . . . and I knew that it would happen all over again . . . that where I loved, I would cause irreparable damage. I am no fit person to love . . . I have never loved without causing harm. A — J.K. Rowling

My dad always used to tell me that if they challenge you to an after-school fight, tell them you won't wait-you can kick their ass right now. — Cameron Diaz

One of the things that makes you feel good is to get out into nature - go walking, go hiking, go swimming in the ocean, or wherever you live, in a river or a lake, experience the beauty of America, experience how America is such a sacred place. Everywhere you go in this land, our people have been there and they have said, This place is sacred. — Charles Alexander Eastman

I live in New York City, and one day many years ago I was with a poet, Gregory Corso, walking through Greenwich Village. He pointed to a doorway in an alley that he said led to a tunnel under Manhattan, a tunnel he'd use to run from the cops. I started learning about old Prohibition-era speakeasy tunnels under the city, for running whiskey. — Ann Nocenti

Ideal legislators do not vote their interests. — John Rawls

112. I listened for the whisper, of your sweet insanity. — Maynard James Keenan

The only secrets that are good are the ones with an ending. Keep surprises instead of secrets in your home. — Carolyn Byers Ruch

The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it. — Douglas Adams

Do you think you might be able to love me someday?" He asked and heard her laugh softly.

"I already do." She said and his soul soared. "So this is what the poets write about? This is what they call love?" She asked.

"Yes my love." He said softly.

"They do not do it justice." She stated and he laughed.

"I agree." He told her as he held her, wondering how this could be real. — Jasmine Dubroff

I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart.
I am rain.
I cannot be contained — Alan Moore