Patches Quotes

There is no patch for stupidity.

Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.

After age 70, it's patch, patch, patch.

I tried acupuncture, the patch, and hypnosis, but found that I needed to do it alone - when the time was right for me.

We call that runnin' through the okra patch.

I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.

I've been consistent in patches this season.

Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.

I'm terrified that I'm genetically predisposed to only having boys. That's frightening. By the time I was 10 years old, and I'm not exaggerating, I knew how to patch drywall.

Thus the whole country was broken into many shreds and patches of sovereignty.

Watch out for the icy patch

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

Patch grief with proverbs.

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.

Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.

Please don't throw me in dat briar patch!

I would rather turn my head and cough than see any part of 'Patch Adams' again.

After 60, its just patch, patch, patch

You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.

I am all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

I undress to impress - Patch

Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antartica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar patch! -Max

Patch grinned down at me. “I’m hard to resist.

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.

Sour patch kids gone wild.

Your biggest dream? - Nora Grey Kiss you. - Patch Cipriano

Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.

I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there

You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

Patches are a nun's jewels.

Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.

An acre of the best ground for hemp, is to be selected and sewn in hemp and be kept for a permanent hemp patch.

A certain amount of housekeeping also goes on in my poems. I wash doorknobs, do dishes, mop floors, patch carpets, cook.

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch

Theories are like patches on a coat, one day they just wear off.

The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.

The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.