tattoo quote ideas

It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark. ~Howard Ruff, How to Prosper in the Coming Bad Years, 1979



Silence is also speech. ~Proverb



Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all. ~Voltaire



Thanks are justly due for boons unbought. ~Ovid



One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time. ~Andre Gide



A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun. ~Thomas Carlyle



Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed. ~Robert H. Schuller



The one function that TV news performs very well is that when there is no news we give it to you with the same emphasis as if there were. ~David Brinkley



When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs? ~G.K. Chesterton



When a cat chooses to be friendly, it's a big deal, because a cat is picky. ~Mike Deupree



Some things have to be believed to be seen. ~Ralph Hodgson, The Skylark and Other Poems



Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge. ~Isaac Friedmann



He fed his spirit with the bread of books. ~Edwin Markham



Anyone who believes the competitive spirit in America is dead has never been in a supermarket when the cashier opens another checkout line. ~Ann Landers



I don't do drugs. I am drugs. ~Salvador Dali



We do not do what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact. ~Jean Paul Sartre, Situations, 1939



Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time. ~T.A. Sachs, to "Time! where didst thou those years inter, Which I have seene decease?" by William Habington



The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson



Patriotism... is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime. ~Adlai Stevenson



A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely! ~Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton