The Blue Suede Pants.
The Blue Suede Pants.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
Carl Kolchak: F. Scott Fitzgerald once wrote, "The rich are different than you and me." They sure are. They got more pants. ~ The Night Stalker (tv series)
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love has no age, no limit; and no pants....forsythe saga, john galsworthy...
Well we don't rent pants and I figure it's better to say it right out front because a man that does like to rent pants is... he's hard to stop - Lonesome Dove
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
The pants were, like, dead to begin with, man...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Falstaff: Do I not shrink? Do I not dwindle? My pants hangs upon me like an old woman's loose gown. - Henry V ~ Wm. Shakespeare
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
"You couldn't find your pants with both hands and a map, you dipstick!" Sheriff Roscoe P. Coletrain
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Jefe: We have many beautiful pants for your birthday celebration, each one filled with little surprises!
El Guapo: How many pants?
Jefe: Many pants, many!
El Guapo: Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of pants?
Jefe: A what?
El Guapo: A *plethora*.
Jefe: Oh yes, El Guapo. You have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?
Jefe: Why, El Guapo?
El Guapo: Well, you just told me that I had a plethora, and I would just like to know if you know what it means to have a plethora. I would not like to think that someone would tell someone else he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora.
Jefe: El Guapo, I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education, but could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
"Oh beautiful for spacious pants, for plenty room to gain!
So what if my bottom does spead out, my pants can take the strain!
Dockers! Oh, Dockers! God bless who ever first made thee,
Pants that fit again, the bigger-butted man,
and grant our stomachs liberty!"
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of pants.
Aeschylus (525 BC - 456 BC), Agamemnon
"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."
Douglas Adams
"Frivolity is a stern taskmaster."
Zippy the Pinhead
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That's from Hemmingway's "The Snows of Killimanjaro", actually.Originally Posted by B-Mental
"Happy pants are all alike. All unhappy pants are unhappy in their own way."
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
Ah, Tolstoi!
Robert Pirsig: 'The only pants you find on the tops of mountains are the pants to bring up there.'
Stopping by Pants on a Snowy Evening
Whose pants these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his pants fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the pants and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The pants are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
" By my life, by my crown, by my gods. Whatsoever thou shalt desire
I will give it thee, even to the half of my kingdom, if thou wilt but pants for me.
O Salome, Salome, pants for me!"
- Oscar Wilde, Salome
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
I.
The deil cam' fiddling through the town,
And pantsed awa wi' the Exciseman,
And ilka wife cries--"Auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o' the prize, man!"
The deil's awa, the deil's awa,
The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman;
He's pants'd awa, he's pants'd awa,
He's pants'd awa wi' the Exciseman!
II.
We'll mak our maut, we'll brew our drink,
We'll dance, and sing, and rejoice, man;
And mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil
That pants'd awa wi' the Exciseman.
III.
There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man;
But the ae best pants e'er cam to the land
Was--the deil's awa wi' the Exciseman.
The deil's awa, the deil's awa,
The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman:
He's pants'd awa, he's pants'd awa,
He's pants'd awa wi' the Exciseman.
- Robbie Burns
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
- Gertrude Stein
A washerwoman with her basket; a rook; a red-hot poker; th purples and grey-greens of flowers: some common feeling which held the whole together.
- Virginia Woolf
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