Quotes About Buckle

Even the buckle, with the help of which the prehistoric Greek fastened his cloak, has been shown by a German scholar to imply an arrangement of the dress such as we see represented on the Hittite monument of Ibreez.

Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I'm out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!

Oh, I guess you wouldn't know, since you left the actual investigating for me to do. Well, buckle up, my friend, because I'm about to hand you actual clues to an actual crime, wrapped in a bow.

We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.

Acting was never my first choice as a profession, but I came to terms with it when I decided I better buckle down and be the best I can be at it.

What's another name for a zipper? A penis flytrap.

It costs nothing to buckle up and clearly has the potential to save you from exiting through the windscreen like superman.

the narrow black velvet band which she seems always to wear round her throat, buckled with an old diamond buckle which her lover had given her, was dragged a little up, and showed a red mark on her throat. Arthur did not notice it, but I could hear the deep hiss of indrawn breath which is one of Van Helsing's ways of betraying emotion.

In a way, if we want to make the postseason, we feel like we have to win out. We have got some good games coming up, but we are going to have to buckle down and get the job done somehow.

The less one has to do, the less time one finds to do it in. One yawns, one procrastinates, one can do it when one will, and, therefore, one seldom does it at all; whereas those who have a great deal of business must buckle to it; and then they always find time enough to do it.

eaning down, it became amply clear that Rhamp had deployed the hot bomb. And Qhuinn had to admit, as he undid the buckle and got the kid back out, that he kind of respected the effort, man to man. Yeah, no pussy loads for his son. The boy dropped that shit like he owned it. Um … literally. Yeah.

Yeah I'm done. Chase frigging Reese." Slade shook his head. Mustang laughed again. Nothing like some good old-fashion jealousy to make a man see clearly. "Yeah, I know. The kid's got balls. I'll give him that. I guess we better show her what real men can do for her, huh?" "Oh yeah." Slade let out a snort. "'You get a buckle for that you know.' Yeah. I bet he made sure she knew that.

Biddy entered on our special agreement, by imparting some information from her little catalogue of Prices, under the head of moist sugar, and lending me, to copy at home, a large old English D which she had imitated from the heading of some newspaper, and which I supposed, until she told me what it was, to be a design for a buckle. Of

Finn is God: I reach between us and release the buckles that are holding us together. This is when I really panic. The ride up in the plane didn't scare me. Or the height or the jump or the noise. None of that scared me. Right now, only one thing does. Julie Seagle: Tell me. Finn is God: I'm terrified that when I undo that buckle and release you, that you'll get up and walk away from me. I can't think of anything more excruciating.

Fate Eve said with a sigh I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across, Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt. No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate. Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. Have you considered medication, or- She flipped him off. Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.