Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Totered. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Totered Quotes And Sayings by 94 Authors including Samuel Beckett,Maira Kalman,Terry Pratchett,Stephen King,Mariah Violet for you to enjoy and share.
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
Oh, Tocqueville, you're the man.
Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat, the more you toot.
Lari got herself cleaned up from rooter to tooter
Hooka Tooka, my soda cracker, does your momma chaw tobacca?
scat to rock steady
A canter is the cure for all evil.
My little cup brims with tiddles.
Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane
I brought us all Big Macs," he said happily. "I know you dig 'em, remember?" "What the ... " Tohr tightened his grip on his shellan, just in case ... well, shit, with the way things were going lately, anything could happen. "What are you doing here?" "It's your lucky day, motherfucker.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
You let Mal come back for me. After you gave me your vow."
"He broke away," said Tamar.
I lifted a brow. The day Mal could break Tolya's hold was indeed a day of miracles.
Tolya hung his head and heaved his huge shoulders. "Forgive me," he said. "I couldn't be the one to keep him from you.
Tobey's a mellow, cool guy. He's just a good guy. I know that's not the answer you want, and I don't mean that as the political thing to say, but he's a nice guy.
We didn't have time to go tobogganing, because we didn't have the toboggan.
I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
To clever plans,' said Kell, toasting his brother. 'And dashing princes.'
'To masked magicians,' said Rhy, swiping the wine.
'To mad ideas.'
'To the Essen Tasch.'
'Wouldn't it be amazing,' murmured Rhy later, when the bottle was empty, 'if we got away with it?
I've been a foul-mouthed knave." "Well, I don't know." "A beetle-headed malfeasor." "Nothing so - " "A base, proud tottyhead." He paused, but she said nothing. "Aren't you going to object?" "No," she drawled the word. "Humility is so refreshing in a man.
He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth.
Your Seer needs my help to do somethin' she can't. To join the ti-bon-age, mend the seams she ripped herself."
Link didn't understand either. "T-bone what? What kinda steak are we talkin' about here?
To-day is ours; what do we fear?
To-day is ours; we have it here.
Let's treat it kindly, that it may
Wish, at least, with us to stay.
Let's banish business, banish sorrow;
To the gods belong to-morrow.
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Damianos," Touars said. "Princekiller."
It was the last thing he said. Damen
pulled the sword out. He took a step
back.
Mal shouted. I heard scuffling behind me and knew Tolya had taken hold of him. "Alina!" His voice was raw white wood, torn from the heart of a tree. I did not turn.
Toodle-oo, demigods!
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes.
When the clock Tick Tocks the party never stops!
Are ye come light-handed, ye son of a toom whistle?
One more toot
just one single, solitary suggestion of the faintest shadow or suspicion of anything remotely approaching a toot
and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
Lean forward a little, my lord," Toot said instantly, and shouted, "Hey, Kernal Purpleweed! Come watch the Za Winter Lord Knight's back!"
I fought not to smile. "No, that's a metaphor," I said.
Toot frowned and scratched his head. "I don't know what it's for.
Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at.
I lean back. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" she asks, innocently batting her eyelashes against the hot sun beaming down on us.
Is she kidding me?
"Where's you toungue?" I ask stupidly.
Her wet little eyebrows furrow. "In my mouth. Why, where's it supposed to be?
It's not just that toil allows the appearance of spontaneity. It allows the actuality of spontaneity.
To strong>sstrong>ay it wastrong>sstrong> a dark and strong>sstrong>tormy night would be a grostrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong> understrong>sstrong>tatement. It wastrong>sstrong> colder than witch'strong>sstrong> kistrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong>, wetter than a strong>sstrong>pring strong>sstrong>wamp, and blacker than a tax collector'strong>sstrong> heart. A strong>sstrong>ane man would have been curled up in front of a fire with a cup of mulled wine and a good boo-, ah, a willing wench.
Sept.17 (1780). When we call loudly thro' the speaking-trumpet to Timothy ( the tortoise), he does not seem to regard the noise. Sept.18. Timothy eats heartily. Oct.3. No ring-ouzels seen this autumn yet. Timothy very dull.
you didn't to-night.
To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.
De object wuz tuh git dere. So Ah got up on de high stool lak she told me, but Pheoby, Ah done nearly languished tuh death up dere.
Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couch'd.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Flipp'er over, flip flip!
Elcric d'na, trats!
I wouldn't be surprised if Ruggedo melted Tik-Tok in one of his furnaces and made copper pennies of him." "In that case, I would still keep going," remarked Tik-Tok, calmly. "Pennies do," said Betsy regretfully.
Goering was known to wear togas, fur coats and faux-medieval hunting outfits.
The nuttes schell, thocht it be hard and teuch,Haldis the kirnill, and is delectabill.Sa lyis thair ane doctrine wyse aneuch,And full of fruit, under ane fenyeit Fabill.
In terms of pure comedic value, 'Tootsie' is brilliant.
My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go out and greet those wonderful creatures and say a few nice words in a language invented by Tolkein. I've practiced, but I sound like Chewbacca making a New Year's speech.
A bad facelift is like a bad toupee.
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.
The wren goes to't
The less said about the putter the better. Here is an instrument of torture, designed by Tantalus and forged in the devil's own smithy.
Tae be yersel an tae mak that worth bein
Nae harder job tae mortals has been gien
You have to tell him 'go toodles, Bits, go toodles for momma,'" I said, pitching my voice high in imitation, "or else he won't go." Blane looked at me. "I'm not doing that," he said flatly. "But then he'll go on the bed," I protested. "How about I just point my gun at him," he deadpanned.
This day was yesterday to-morrow nam'd: To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed: To-morrow not yet come, not far away, What shall to-morrow then be call'd? To-day.
With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.
Here they come, a tilting! Five hundred mailed and belted knights on bicycles!
You bloody old towser-faced boot-faced totem-pole on a crap reservation.
Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled around the stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest
To go like a cat upon a hot bakestone.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
To-day is the parent of to-morrow. The present casts its shadow far into the future.
Cheap matter offered they to boyish wit,
Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.
Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.
I am worn to a raveling.
The strictness of to-day may have at any moment to be purchased by the laxity of to-morrow.
K-k-keep your helmet on. T-t-toothless doing his BEST.
Fiddler on the Roof, to
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion ... Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.
Tin-Tin in your rattle skin
Dumbed and worn down -
Flushed pink-salmon suffering.
Ulysses, darling," she whispered, "you don't mind that I'm a round-heeled tart."
"Nonsense. You're my cherry tart. Ripe and oh-so sweet, you naughty girl."
-Angelia Sparrow, Cherry Tart
I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ...
I make a fabulous tofurkey for Thanksgiving. My Mexican-Italian family can't tell the difference.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND
misbegotten cockwaffle.
To-morrow - oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.
I do so love a nicely bandied word.
She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended ...
Stutter, stutter!
Blasted doorknob of a kender
How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
Na, she's righted again," said a cool young fisherman, "and they've gotten down that unchancy mast. They maun have stout hearts and skeely hands that work her; but it's for life, and that learns folk baith pith and lear. There! - but it's owre now.
I rode 300 miles through the forest and ate all sorts of strange food. And every time 'Torak' did something new, like swimming with killer whales or kayaking, I thought I'd better go and do it.
Tatted like a Mexican, fresher than a freshman.
Toffs?" Jack kept his eyes averted from his
Gold to airy thinness beat.
ToScottie March 11, 1939 p. 387- 388
And please do not leave good books half- finished, you spoil them for yourself...Don't be so lavish as to ruin masterpieces for yourself. There are not enough of them!
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost.
"Um," Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?
Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.