Zloburger Quotes & Sayings

Sitting and waiting for something to happen was the worst kind of torture. — Sara Zarr

No one likes a person that "should of" all over the place. — Shannon L. Alder

The cast clubs were a big part of it, too. I found I wasn't getting that instant feedback I was used to with a forged blade. The sweet spot is a shade bigger, and when I didn't hit the ball dead center, I didn't know it, because it still felt great. — Payne Stewart

Be yourself. Unless you have the option to be Batman, then always be Batman. — Mike Dirnt

I don't like sitting around in my dressing room very much. It feels a lot like theater. — Jill Clayburgh

He's everywhere. He's on my skin, under my skin, in my heart, in my soul — M. Leighton

I'm like a tree frog when it comes to birthdays. Basically, my thoughts on birthdays can be summed up in two words: tree and frog. — Jarod Kintz

I don't believe so much in the value of a single picture anymore. I don't really photograph for the wall. — Ernst Haas

What is the sign of a friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you. — Oswald Chambers

A man's behavior is the index of the man, and his discourse is the index of his understanding. — Ali Ibn Abi Talib

The world has been close to war before
but now man, who has survived all previous threats to his existence, has taken into his mortal hands the power to exterminate the entire species some seven times over. — John F. Kennedy

One of these, bearing the name of Crampton, is an adorable blonde with a shrill voice, a long slender body imprisoned in a shiny brass corset, and supple catlike movements; a smart golden blonde whose extraordinary grace can be quite terrifying when she stiffens her muscles of steel, sends the sweat pouring down her steaming flanks, sets her elegant wheels spinning in their wide circles, and hurtles away, full of life, at the head of an express or a boat-train.
The other, Engerth by name, is a strapping saturnine brunette given to uttering raucous, guttural cries, with a thickset figure encased in armor-plating of cast iron; a monstrous creature with her disheveled mane of black smoke and her six wheels coupled together low down, she gives an indication of her fantastic strength when, with an effort that shakes the very earth, she slowly and deliberately drags along her heavy train of goods-wagons. — Joris-Karl Huysmans