Thanksgiving Feast Quotes

#1. It's pretty simple, really, when you think about it: We all start out as little fishes in our daddy's pants, and we all end up a Thanksgiving feast for the worms, and in the meantime we have to find a couple good reasons to give a fuck.

Tiffanie DeBartolo

#2. For black folks, the Confederate flag represents the same thing that the Nazi flag represents to the Jews. There is absolutely no difference when we look at it. Now, white folks try to explain it away like, 'Oh, it's OK.' But when you're black, it is not OK. It represents oppression and murder.

Ken Page

#3. I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.

Jon Stewart

#4. During the "first Thanksgiving" at Plymouth, Wampanoag Indians - including a Patuxet Indian named Squanto - helped teach Pilgrims how to farm, fish, and hunt and shared the bounty of that first feast. A TRADITION THAT CONTINUES TODAY AND JESUS AND 9/11.

Patton Oswalt

#5. By studying yesterday, you will understand today.

Suzy Kassem

#6. So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

Arthur Guiterman

#7. I could never be what she wanted. She thought I was like Cage and the right girl could tame me. It wasn't about that. I didn't need taming. I needed fucking saving.

Abbi Glines

#8. I don't trick." he replied, his voice huffy. "I wheedle and cajole. Occasionally I manipulate, but I'm always very sneaky about i, so you wouldn't know it was happening until it was far too late.

Cameron Dokey

#9. Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.

William Shakespeare

#10. Gratitude can turn a meal into a feast.

Melody Beattie

#11. I'm excited about Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday. It's the feast of a thousand senses, so just eat, eat, eat, eat.

Hannah Hart

#12. But one "surefire" way for a guy to attract a member of the opposite sex was to place a piece of bread in his armpit and leave it there for a while, before feeding it to the target individual without her knowing exactly what she was eating (Lid

J.T. Sibley

#13. Next, suddenly, lightning suddenly, while I am still a child, a branch is lopped from my being, and a portion of my childhood ends forever. I see what poets are.

Hal Porter