Creeps and idiots cannot conceal themselves for long on a fishing trip. — John Gierach Copy Share Image
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
Say what you want, I still think Dracula One and Dracula Two are creep-tacular. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
No matter how many communes anybody invents, the family always creeps back. — Margaret Mead Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping… — Vincent Gallo Copy Share Image
Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The girl in me wanted to slap Lung across his face and yell, "Get your eyes off my sticky buns, ya creep! — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Tyranny, like fog in the well known poem, often creeps in silently 'on little cat feet.' — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
The backlash against Big Government is an encouraging sign of a growing resistance to the mission creep of federal power. — Bob Barr Copy Share Image
There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I no longer gave a sick dog's drop for the wisdom, the reliability and the authority of the public's literary mind, those… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
Belief in oneself is incredibly infectious. It generates momentum, the collective force of which far outweighs any kernel of self-doubt that may… — Aimee Mullins Copy Share Image
The music is not part of this planet in a sense that the spirit of it is about happiness. Most musicians play… — Sun Ra Copy Share Image
Letters to the editors of English and American newspapers often contain expressions of horror about the new terms that creep into the… — Peter Farb Copy Share Image
Anyway GONE. My goal in writing GONE To creep you out. To make you stay up all night reading then roll into… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Always I shall be one who loves the wilderness: Swaggers and softly creeps between the mountain peaks; I shall listen long to… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I always look up to girls like Beyonce or Anna Kournikova. Girls who do something well but also look good. I think… — Alana Blanchard Copy Share Image
I have no sense of being famous - you're just working. And then you'll have a random day in London when you'll… — Karen Gillan Copy Share Image
The reason you see yourself as a creep is because you have an appreciation of what perfection is, whereas no one else… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
Meditation is meeting eternity in the present moment. It is resolving every problem as it comes. It is resolving every tension as… — Vimala Thakar Copy Share Image
I'm an eye. A mechanical eye. I, the machine, show you a world the way only I can see it...I approach and… — Dziga Vertov Copy Share Image
And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
God has so ordered, that in pressing on in duty we shall find the truest, richest comfort for ourselves. Sitting down to… — Lettie Cowman Copy Share Image
We should think more about it, and accustom ourselves to the thought of death. We can't allow the fear of death to… — Dmitri Shostakovich Copy Share Image
Failure is easy to measure. Failure is an event.Harder to measure is insignificance. A nonevent. Insignificance creeps, it dawns, it gives you… — Charles Yu Copy Share Image
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle; ...they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
