Sqirreled Quotes

#1. Stars that shine bling in the moon night, might I find true love sqirreled away tonight?

Isabel Yosito

#2. Greatness Can Only Be Achieved With The Realization That Being Good Is Only Good Enough For Those Who Will Never Aspire To Be Great

Jebb A. Rebal

#3. Was that a smile? (Nora)
Was what a smile? (Ewan)
That strange curvature of your lips. You know, the one where the corners are actually going up instead of down. (Nora)

Kinley MacGregor

#4. The Joan Crawford that I've heard about in 'Mommie Dearest' is not the Joan Crawford I knew back when.

Douglas Fairbanks Jr.

#5. Half the world does not know the joys of wearing cotton underwear.

Phil Gramm

#6. He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.

Cormac McCarthy

#7. Lexi screamed and almost dropped her bowl of popcorn.

M. Stratton

#8. A runner needs not just to be skinny but - more specifically - to have skinny calves and ankles, because every extra pound carried on your extremities costs more than a pound carried on your torso. That's why shaving even a few ounces off a pair of running shoes can have a significant effect.

Malcolm Gladwell

#9. If you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he pretends to disown, behind him.

Henry David Thoreau

#10. If it's one thing we learned from the first book, it's that you don't have to be a prizefighter, or a world-renowned architect, or a concert violinist to have been affected by the power of words.

Marlo Thomas

#11. I don't feel comfortable taking some random stuff," I said. "Especially stuff that's called Stuff.

Stefan Mohamed

#12. Rise like the hero you were born to be, or die the slave you think you are.

Michael Joseph Murano

#13. He kept her company, listened patiently when she complained, and always made sure her clothes were thoroughly covered in cat hair. They were family. He was her cat; she was his human. It seemed crazy, but that was enough.

Lydia Sherrer