Thighbones Quotes

#1. For we die every day; oblivion thrives 520 Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives, And our best yesterdays are now foul piles Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.

Vladimir Nabokov

#2. You've got to be original, or there will be nothing distinctive or interesting about your playing

Liona Boyd

#3. On the way home I remembered a bit of old folklore about how to boil a frog. You put it in cold water, then start turning up the heat. If you do it gradually, the frog is too stupid to jump out. I don't know if it's true or not, but I decided it was an excellent metaphor for growing old.

Stephen King

#4. Concealment is the foe of tranquility.

Fanny Burney

#5. Bulldogs have been known to fall on their swords when confronted by my superior tenacity.

Margaret Halsey

#6. Why do you say 'no offense' when you're planning to offend me?

Kami Garcia

#7. At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.

Tom Robbins

#8. For me, great music doesn't just have to fall into one category or one genre and I love appreciating all kinds of music.

Taylor Swift

#9. What point in having the freedom to enter into promises of your own choosing, to forge bonds of your own design, if your only aim is to shatter them?

Ian Tregillis

#10. English was good enough for Jesus Christ and it's good enough for the children of Texas.

Miriam A. Ferguson

#11. People who live in pale cities tragically understand how so much poor they are when they come across with the dazzling colors of the country fields!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#12. Garan snorted. Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.

Kristin Cashore

#13. People only complain about things they can do something about.

Jack Canfield

#14. And by that habit of submission, with which we are only too familiar, the thought of the next generation retains this religious twist, which is at once servile and authoritative; for authority and servility walk ever hand in hand.

Pyotr Kropotkin