Punctuated Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
the-overall-result-was-drift-punctuated-by-protest-charles-emmerson
organized-violence-punctuated-by-committee-meetings-george-will
life-is-series-failures-punctuated-by-brief-successes-james-altucher
im-not-much-anything-besides-bored-boring-punctuated-by-fits-scant-selfamusement-and-you-are-chip-kidd
the-natural-rhythm-human-life-is-routine-punctuated-by-orgies-aldous-huxley
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life-is-endless-not-punctuated-by-nights-days-months-years-for-all-are-one-in-eternal-stream-sathya-sai-baba
turning-fifty-is-like-flying-hours-boredom-punctuated-by-moments-sheer-terror-erica-jong
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an-inventors-path-is-chorused-with-groans-riddled-with-fistbanging-punctuated-by-head-scratches-james-dyson
football-incorporates-the-two-worst-elements-of-american-society-violence-punctuated-by-committee-meetings
football-combines-two-worst-things-in-american-life-it-is-violence-punctuated-by-committee-meetings-george-f-will
who-does-not-recall-school-at-least-in-part-as-endless-dreary-hours-boredom-punctuated-by-moments-high-anxiety-daniel-goleman
war-is-sometimes-described-as-long-periods-boredom-punctuated-by-short-moments-excitement-history-is-often-similar-if-rather-safer-john-h-arnold
life-is-often-compared-to-marathon-but-i-think-it-is-more-like-being-sprinter-long-stretches-hard-work-punctuated-by-brief-moments-in-which-we-are-given-opportunity-to-perform-at
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dinosaur-i-plan-to-use-punctuated-equilibrium-to-turn-this-zit-into-third-eye-catbert-thats-not-natural-advantage-youd-better-stay-away-from-fitter-scott-adams
on-single-strand-wire-strung-to-bring-our-house-electricity-grackles-starlings-neatly-punctuated-invisible-sentence-john-updike
sometimes-midas-suspected-that-life-was-film-with-subliminal-messages-things-would-move-along-with-acceptable-degree-predictability-then-be-punctuated-by-some-horrible-childhood-
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you-really-dont-want-president-who-is-football-fan-football-combines-worst-features-american-life-it-is-violence-punctuated-by-committee-meetings-george-f-will
there-is-no-fiercer-enemy-than-word-a-word-that-can-be-written-down-in-pages-punctuated-by-quotation-marks-commas-spelled-out-in-contracts-poems-sighs-in-old-whispers-song-lyrics
My, my, " he said, looking the note over. "If only students would write this much in their essays. One of you has considerably worse writing than the other, so forgive me if I get anything wrong here." He cleared his throat."'So, I saw J last night, ' begins the person with bad handwriting, to which the response is, 'What happened, ' followed by no fewer than five question marks. Understandable, since sometimes one-let alone four-just won't get the point across, eh?" The class laughed, and I noticed Mia throwing me a particularly mean smile. "The first speaker responds:'What do you think happened? We hooked up in one of the empty lounges.'' Mr. Nagy glanced up after hearing some more giggles in the room. His British accent only added to the hilarity. "May I assume by this reaction that the use of 'hook up' pertains to the more recent, shall we say, carnal application of the term than the tamer one I grew up with?' More snickers ensued. Straightening up, I said boldly, "Yes, sir, Mr. Nagy. That would be correct, sir." A number of people in the class laughed outright. "Thank you for that confirmation, Miss Hathaway. Now, where was I? Ah yes, the other speaker then asks, 'How was it?' The response is, 'Good, ' punctuated with a smiley face to confirm said adjective. Well. I suppose kudos are in order for the mysterious J, hmmm?'So, like, how far did you guys go?' Uh, ladies, " said Mr. Nagy, "I do hope this doesn't surpass a PG rating.'Not very.We got caught.'And again, we are shown the severity of the situation, this time through the use of a not-smiling face.'What happened?' 'Dimitri showed up. He threw Jesse out and then bitched me out.'' The class lost it, both from hearing Mr. Nagy say "bitched" and from finally getting some participants named. "Why, Mr.Zeklos, are you the aforementioned J? The one who earned a smiley face from the sloppy writer?

Richelle Mead
my-my-he-said-looking-note-over-if-only-students-would-write-this-much-in-their-essays-one-you-has-considerably-worse-writing-than-other-forgive-me-if-i-get-anything-wrong-here-h
Ready yourselves!' Mullone heard himself say, which was strange, he thought, for he knew his men were prepared. A great cry came from beyond the walls that were punctuated by musket blasts and Mullone readied himself for the guns to leap into action. Mullone felt a tremor. The ground shook and then the first rebels poured through the gates like an oncoming tide. Mullone saw the leading man; both hands gripping a green banner, face contorted with zeal. The flag had a white cross in the centre of the green field and the initials JF below it. John Fitzstephen. Then, there were more men behind him, tens, then scores. And then time seemed to slow. The guns erupted barely twenty feet from them. Later on, Mullone would remember the great streaks of flame leap from the muzzles to lick the air and all of the charging rebels were shredded and torn apart in one terrible instant. Balls ricocheted on stone and great chunks were gouged out by the bullets. Blood sprayed on the walls as far back as the arched gateway, limbs were shorn off, and Mullone watched in horror as a bloodied head tumbled down the sloped street towards the barricade. 'Jesus sweet suffering Christ!' Cahill gawped at the carnage as the echo of the big guns resonated like a giant's beating heart. Trooper O'Shea bent to one side and vomited at the sight of the twitching, bleeding and unrecognisable lumps that had once been men. A man staggered with both arms missing. Another crawled back to the gate with a shattered leg spurting blood. The stench of burnt flesh and the iron tang of blood hung ripe and nauseating in the oppressive air. One of the low wooden cabins by the wall was on fire. A blast of musketry outside the walls rattled against the stonework and a redcoat toppled backwards onto the cabin's roof as the flames fanned over the wood. 'Here they come again! Ready your firelocks! Do not waste a shot!' Johnson shouted in a steady voice as the gateway became thick with more rebels. He took a deep breath. 'God forgive us, ' Corporal Brennan said. 'Liberty or death!' A rebel, armed with a blood-stained pitchfork, shouted over-and-over.

David Cook
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