Demons don't play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.
Demons don't play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.
Real friends stab you in the front.
We've had drive-by shootings. I've been spat on, slapped, shot at. One guy tried to stab me with a broken beer bottle. But the way we look at it, if people do the worst they can, we'll still wake up in glory.
Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.
My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that.
You hesitate to stab me with a word, and know not - silence is the sharper sword.
The thing I'm having a hard time with are the Christians who will stab you in the back in a wink.
He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigram on his tombstone.
I don't have any friends and don't have any intention of making any. People will stab you in the back, mistreat you, talk about me behind your back, steal from you. And they're not really your friends. They're only there because you're a celebrity or because they want to get something from you.
Well not really to get attention, but to entertain, but you know to show some elements of rural life as well, it kind of blended all in, its kind of like a mockery in a sense, kind of stab back at people that have those stereotypical ideas of the south.
The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that
can stab the life out of any man who falls on them.
To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.
Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away.
I'm all for guys being butch and guys being men. I identify with that and appreciate that. But if I'm going to stab my gay brother in the back who isn't butch and who maybe acts a little bit more effeminate, what good is that?
GILDA RADNER ON DOCTORS Doctors are whippersnappers in ironed white coats Who spy up your rectums and look down your throats And press you and poke you with sterilized tools And stab at solutions that pacify fools. I used to revere them and do what they said Till I learned what they learned on was already dead.
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