Do I want to change the world? To a certain extent yeah. It needs to be changed.. It needs a kick up the ass.
awesome
You somehow make it outta here and track me down, you best come with a furious rage--because I got no use for your sympathy.
Your time has come to pick the road you walk in this tale.
Mmm. Cupcakes.
inspirational awesome
The one thing about Billie is he will snap and rip your head off if you point anything out at all other than how beautiful he is and how nice he looks today.
That is, so to speak, my own story. If I had a wish, I would wish that the sounds of the turning pages of my story after this encounter would resound like the sound of footsteps.
It's no use analyzing your life the whole time. Those analyses won't help you when you're dead
If life gives you a curveball, then be the catcher and catch it.
Life is short, have dessert first.
Green Day is like sex. When we good we're really good! When we're bad.. We're still pretty damn good!
Who's stupid now, Jimbo!
funny humor awesome
He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.
They should be impressed by the power of our example, not the example of our power.
Where does a wise man hide a leaf? In the forest. But what does he do if there is no forest? He grows a forest to hide it in.
One can't learn much andalso be comfortableOne can't learn much andlet anybody else be comfortable
My name is Sabastian. I had a father, but he is dead. I had a mother, but she is dead to me. I have a brother, and I will Bind him to me. I have a sister, and I will teach her to love me. My name is Sabastain, and I am going to burn down the world
Plus my boots were made of awesome.
The sun's glow had given way to a brilliant twilight that colored the great mountains with violet and orange rivers.
He who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is battle slain Can never rise to fight again
It argued a special genius; he was clearly a case of that. The spark of fire, the point of light, sat somewhere in his inward vagueness as a lamp before a shrine twinkles in the dark perspective of a church; and while youth and early middle-age, while the stiff American breeze of example and opportunity were blowing upon it hard, had made the chamber of his brain a strange workshop of fortune. This establishment, mysterious and almost anonymous, the windows of which, at hours of highest pressure, never seemed, for starers and wonderers, perceptibly to glow, must in fact have been during certain years the scene of an unprecedented, a miraculous white-heat, the receipt for producing which it was practically felt that the master of the forge could not have communicated even with the best intentions.
Salisbury: Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing nature. York: I know our safety is to follow them; For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, To call a present court of parliament. Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth. What says Lord Warwick? Shall we after them?Warwick: After them! Nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Saint Alban's battle won by famous YorkShall be eternized in all age to come. Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all: And more such days as these to us befall!
One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you're going to wind up with an ear full of cider.
Maia did not want to wake up. Sleep lay on her like a dead bear and she had no strength to struggle out from under it.
Mr Davis was a middle class tremble of a man worried about an unseemly display and his Jerry Springer moment
awesome cool
Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo.
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