Quotes About Birdshit

#1. That stone Buddha deserves all the
birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall
flower in the wind

Ikkyu

#2. That was Dad's life, and I was the birdshit on his windshield.

Richard Bachman

#3. it runs afoul of what i call the birdshit rule. you know, how people say it's good luck if a bird shits on you? and people believe it! i just want to grab them and say, 'dude, don't you realize this whole superstition was made up

John Green

#4. Grief is a wound that needs attention in order to heal. We can have pancakes.

Sara Levine

#5. You're likable enough, Hillary.

Barack Obama

#6. One does not cease to treasure a gem simply because one owns another that is larger.

Marie Brennan

#7. Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike.

Shannon K. Butcher

#8. The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.

Publilius Syrus

#9. If I'd done a quarter of the things of which I'm accused, I'd be pickled in alcohol, I'd be a registered drug addict and would have sired half the children in the world's cricket-playing countries

Ian Botham

#10. When someone tells me to 'just relax,' I wonder why they don't hand me a book?

Richelle E. Goodrich

#11. To the guy in the leather jacket

Kim Harrison

#12. What can be proved by a photograph, can never be by a word.

T.A

#13. Probably I am a fool ... most poets are fools ... but for some reason I love faith, but have none.

Anne Sexton

#14. If I persist long enough I will win.

Og Mandino

#15. The Afro-American experience is the only real culture that America has. Basically, every American tries to walk, talk, dress and behave like African Americans.

Hugh Masekela

#16. In a competition for mates a well developed capacity for self-deception is an advantage. The same is true in politics and and other contexts

John Gray

#17. A woman uses her intelligence to find reasons to support her intuition.

G.K. Chesterton

#18. Christ
the quickest way to send a bloke mad is to let him go on re-fighting his war till he gets it right.

M.L. Stedman

#19. Then they took the last step together, and when she kissed her, her mouth as warm as summer, the taste of her sweet and clear, she knew, at last, that she was home.

Malinda Lo