Quotes About Bud Light

#1. For me, vulnerability led to anxiety, which led to shame, which led to disconnection, which led to Bud Light.

Brene Brown

#2. You can't get away, I can't fill my car up at a gas station without Coors Light, Bud Light, Corona, whatever, it's just the way it is.

Kirk Windstein

#3. I'm going to drink a Coor's Light, cause Bud Light don't pay me nothin'.

Brock Lesnar

#4. Bud Light ... the perfect beer for marketers about to lose their job.

Jeff Barrett

#5. Must we vampires always resort to violence so quickly? Could we not just all sit down over a "refreshing Bud Light" and "just chill," as my television and my teammates relentlessly urge me to do?

Beth Fantaskey

#6. People get into relationships. They get married and have kids, and all of a sudden, you can't just pick up and go get coffee, or go away for the weekend together, or go to a costume party together. It becomes a thing you have to plan.

Cristin Milioti

#7. Every Christian is a missionary to the extent that he or she bears witness to God's love. Be missionaries of God's tenderness!

Pope Francis

#8. Worst was this boy Billy Hill, he was in school with me. When the nun called out his name she done it last name first, so it come out Hill, Billy. Can you imagine that? Hillbilly.

Henry Turner

#9. Well, if you're writing a thriller, you have to have your character in mortal jeopardy on page 1 or it's not a thriller.

Don Winslow

#10. How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious

Lisel Mueller

#11. His great carved wooden head was marked with a black eye that was more yellow than black and from this spectacular bed of bruised flesh the eye itself, sand irritated, bloodshot, as wild as a currawong's, stared out at a landscape in which the tops of fences protruded from windswept sand.

Peter Carey

#12. It is said that men may not be the dreams of the god, but rather that the gods are the dreams of men.

Carl Sagan

#13. The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines it until at last the walls give way and the rose bursts forth, spreading its petals into the light. I love him.

Donna Woolfolk Cross

#14. Forget 'redeeming social value,' dirty pictures are fun . When I die I want my ashes sprinkled over a nudist camp.

L. Neil Smith

#15. But life was precarious and opportunities were never guaranteed.

Lorraine Heath

#16. I'm fine, she said. But her smile was bleak, without light or warmth. And for the first time I thought of what it must be like to know that you were going to die, that the trees would bud, flower, leaf, dry, die, and you would not be there to see any of it.

Anna Quindlen

#17. That's not the type of header you want to see your defender make, with his hand.

Ron Atkinson