Quotes about flings (11 Quotes)



    EDITOR, n. A person who combines the judicial functions of Minos, Rhadamanthus and Aeacus, but is placable with an obolus a severely virtuous censor, but so charitable withal that he tolerates the virtues of others and the vices of himself who flings about him the splintering lightning and sturdy thunders of admonition till he resembles a bunch of firecrackers petulantly uttering his mind at the tail of a dog then straightway murmurs a mild, melodious lay, soft as the cooing of a donkey intoning its prayer to the evening star. Master of mysteries and lord of law, high-pinnacled upon the throne of thought, his face suffused with the dim splendors of the Transfiguration, his legs intertwisted and his tongue a-cheek, the editor spills his will along the paper and cuts it off in lengths to suit. And at intervals from behind the veil of the temple is heard the voice of the foreman demanding three inches of wit and six lines of religious meditation, or bidding him turn off the wisdom and whack up some pathos.O, the Lord of Law on the Throne of Thought, A gilded impostor is he. Of shreds and patches his robes are wrought, His crown is brass, Himself an ass, And his power is fiddle-dee-dee. Prankily, crankily prating of naught, Silly old quilly old Monarch of Thought. Public opinion's camp-follower he, Thundering, blundering, plundering free. Affected, Ungracious, Suspected, Mendacious, Respected contemporaree --J.H. Bumbleshook

    Let any man show the world that he feels Afraid of its bark and 't will fly at his heels Let him fearlessly face it, 't will leave him alone But 't will fawn at his feet if he flings it a bone.




    Also Yoda 's scenes with the Emperor are so show stealing, especially when he Force flings Palpatine head over heels, ... I laughed aloud when Obi-Wan drops in to confront Grievous and his droids on Utapau . With a smirk, completely unbothered by being massively outnumbered he quips, 'Hello there.' Such cocky bravado from a Jedi , really


    People living their lives for you on TVThey say they're better than you and you agree; He says Hold my calls for me I must go; The boss says Come here boy, there ain't nothin' for free; Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill; Another cute cheap thrill; You know you love him if you put in your will; Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower; Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy; Who will save your soul if you won't save your own; We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them; The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue; Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower; Went up where the homeless had their homes; So we pray to as many different God's as there are flowers; But we call religion our friend; We're so worried about saving our souls; Afraid that God will take His toll; That we forget to begin; Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower; Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy; Who will save your soul if you won't save your own; Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill; You got social security, but that don't pay your bills; There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay; So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o. k. for today, You say that you love them, take their money and run; Say it's been swel, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things; Those flings, those strings you've got to cut, So get out on the streets, girls, and bust you butts. Who will save you soul when it comes to the flower; Who will save you soul after all the lies that you told, boy; Who will save your soul if you won't save you own.

    The schoolboy whips his taxed top the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed road and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per cent, into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent, flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent, and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death.

    Of late, eternal condor years
    So shake the very Heaven on high
    With tumult as they thunder by,
    I have no time for idle cares
    Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
    And when an hour with calmer wings
    Its down upon my spirit flings,
    That little time with lyre and rhyme
    To while away-forbidden things-
    My heart would feel to be a crime
    Unless it trembled with the strings.




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