Horn Dog Quotes

#1. Sure, but don't expect great observations. Mostly I just looked for dirty pictures hidden within the artwork. Did you know Monet put a boob in all his paintings? Apples and Grapes - get it? I mean, come on. The guy was a horn-dog.

Penny Reid

#2. Wesley Rush was the most disgusting womanizing playboy to ever darken the doorstep of Hamilton High ... but he was kind of hot. Maybe if you could put him on mute ... and cut off his hands ... maybe - just maybe - he'd be tolerable then. Otherwise, he was a real piece of shit. Horn dog shit.

Kody Keplinger

#3. They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

Desiderius Erasmus

#4. We have found a strange footprint on the shores of the unknown.

Arthur Eddington

#5. The most valuable land in the world is the graveyard. In the graveyard are buried all of the unwritten novels, never-launched businesses, unreconciled relationships, and all of the other things that people thought, 'I'll get around to that tomorrow.' One day, however, their tomorrows ran out.

Todd Henry

#6. The hounding of a dog pursuing a fox or other animal in the horizon may have first suggested the notes of the hunting-horn to alternate with and relieve the lungs of the dog. This natural bugle long resounded in the woods of the ancient world before the horn was invented.

Henry David Thoreau

#7. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.

Veronica Roth

#8. Delicate, gracious, and eloquent, John Brandi's poems reveal that he remains an extraordinary profound poet of prayer and praise. His is the most honorable and heroic of ambitions - to dress our broken world in the clothes of language, trust, and hope.

David St. John

#9. My father and brothers were coal miners.

Merle Travis

#10. But there was ever in Mr. Rochester (so at least I thought) such a wealth of
the power of communicating happiness, that to taste but of the
crumbs he scattered to stray and stranger birds like me, was to
feast genially.

Charlotte Bronte