Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

Support the Girl Scouts! (Today's Brownie is tomorrow's Cookie!)

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Reverend Brown Girl, you look so good, someone ought to put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.

If Jerry Brown is the answer, it must be a very peculiar question.

I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

I first saw President Reagan as a foot, highly polished brown cordovan wagging merrily on a hassock. I spied it through the door. It was a beautiful foot, sleek. Such casual elegance and clean lines! But not a big foot, not formidable, maybe a little ...frail. I imagined cradling it in my arms, protecting it from unsmooth roads.

While you are away, movie stars are taking your women. Robert Redford is dating your girlfriend, Tom Selleck is kissing your lady, Bart Simpson is making love to your wife.

A man's reach should exceed his grasp; else what's a heaven for?;"Robert Browning

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

I cannot help but wonder whether, by continuing and expanding the school lunch program, we aren't witnessing, if not encouraging, the slow demise of yet another American tradition the brown bag. ... Perhaps we are beholding yet another break in the chain that links child to home.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road -- the one less traveled by -- offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.

Motherhood All love begins and ends there.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

Robert: Hey, that's my pen. You stole it! Joe: No, my father gave me this pen. Robert: Your father is a thief!

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Linus: I guess it's wrong always to be worrying about tomorrow. Maybe we should think only about today. Charlie Brown: No, that's giving up. I'm still hoping that yesterday will get better.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp--or what's a heaven for?;"Robert Browning

As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer. -- Robert Quillen

The problem lay buried, unspoken for many years in the minds of American women. It was a strange stirring, a sense of dissatisfaction, a yearning that women suffered in the middle of the twentieth century in the United States. Each suburban housewife struggled with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night, she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question: ''Is this all?''

Sue (from England) "I've been looking for you all my life!" Robert (from Tazmania) "Why didn't you just give me a ring?

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!

I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants. A. Whitney Brown

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

I did toy with the idea of doing a cook-book. The recipes were to be the routine ones: how to make dry toast, instant coffee, hearts of lettuce and brownies. But as an added attraction, at no extra charge, my idea was to put a fried egg on the cover. I think a lot of people who hate literature but love fried eggs would buy it if the price was right.

Robert E Lee didn't make it the first time and Jefferson Davis took the vacancy. Pershing didn't make it for two years, MacArthur couldn't get in the first year and Eisenhower took an extra year of high school to get in. Patton took three years to get in and five to get out.

The brown bag, of course, had its imperfections. While some kids carried roast beef sandwiches, others had peanut butter. I have no way of knowing if all of those brown bags contained 'nutritionally adequate diets.' But I do know that those brown bags and those lunch pails symbolized parental love and responsibility.

Sandy Carl I want you to kill all the gophers on the golf course Carl Spackler Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they'll lock me up and throw away the key. Sandy Not golfers, you great fool. Gophers. THE LITTLE BROWN, FURRY RODENTS. Carl Spackler We can do that. We don't even need a reason.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.

Grow old with me the best is yet to come.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

'Tis not what man does which exalts him, but what man Would do!

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

Where the apple reddens never pry -- lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

What's nice about my dating life is that I don't have to leave my house. All I have to do is read the paper: I'm marrying Richard Gere, dating Daniel Day-Lewis, parading around with John F. Kennedy, Jr., and even Robert De Niro was in there for a day.

Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow -- red, yellow, brown, black and white -- and we're all precious in God's sight.

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's --The educated man s!