Peter Griffin Quotes

Giggity, giggity.

If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him deeper than any tusk or riving talon ever had, but he was a true hero.

This is life, the one you get so go and have a ball, because the world don't move, to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have my opening statement..sit ubu sit. Good dog.

Brian, there's a message in my alphabet soup. It says oooooooo." "Peter, those are cheerios.

Sometimes I really do feel that Peter Griffin is right about the clouds plotting against us.

Hey Lois.

I just read an article on the dangers of heavy drinking...scared the hell out of me. So that's it, after today...no more reading

Peter and Jessie were like Romeo and Juliet. Have you ever seen that old movie? Starring Leonardo Dicaprio?

I'm The Most Non-Competitive. So I Win.

Peter Pan" Hey, Peter Pan I'm going home now I've done all I can Besides I'm grown now I'll think of you all painted with the night You sit and watch from somewhere As one by one the lights go out I wrote a note to tell you how you matter When the rain came down All the letters scattered And washed away Drifted off to Never Where you'll be safe from me now forever I believe you now when You say that this will hurt So I don't have to go and Play with you in the dirt now Hey Peter Pan I'm going home now I'm all grown up You're on your own now I'll think of you all painted with the night You sit and watch from somewhere As one by one the lights go out Patty Griffin, Flaming Red (1998) reply | edit | delete | flag *

Ben Graham told a story forty years ago that illustrates why investment professionals behave as they do. An oil prospector, moving to his heavenly reward, was met by St. Peter with bad news. “You’re qualified for residence,” said St. Peter, “but, as you can see, the compound reserved for oil men is packed. There’s no way to squeeze you in.” After thinking a moment, the prospector asked if he might say just four words to the present occupants. That seemed harmless to St. Peter, so the prospector cupped his hands and yelled, “Oil discovered in hell.” Immediately, the gate to the compound opened and all of the oil men marched out to head for the nether regions. Impressed, St. Peter invited the prospector to move in and make himself comfortable. The prospector paused. “No,” he said, “I think I’ll go along with the rest of the boys. There might be some truth to that rumor after all.” —WARREN BUFFETT, 1985

You cant spell overreacting with out ovary, because you are a girl

Sir, I may be an idiot, but there's one thing I'm not sir, and that sir is an idiot.

At first I didn't believe in women and unicorns but that was before I knew about the power of chick stuff and before I knew Vageena Hertz.

Oh, Spitfire, I can do things that would make Bruce Wayne look like Peter Griffin.

Federal and provincial politicians were about as functional and helpful as Peter, Chris, Stewie and Brian Griffin drinking ipecac together on Family Guy.

I HAVEN’T HAD the Dream in a long time. But it’s back. And it’s changed. It does not begin as it always has, with the chase. The woods. The mad swooping of the griffins and the charge of the hose-beaked vromaski. The volcano about to erupt. The woman calling my name. The rift that opens in the ground before me. The fall into the void. The fall, where it always ends. Not this time. This time, these things are behind me. This time, it begins at the bottom. I am outside my own body. I am in a nanosecond frozen in time. I feel no pain. I feel nothing. I see someone below, twisted and motionless. The person is Jack. Jack of the Dream. But being outside it, I see that the body is not mine. Not the same face. As if, in these Dreams, I have been dwelling inside a stranger. I see small woodland creatures, fallen and motionless, strewn around the body. The earth shakes. High above, griffins cackle. Water trickles beneath the body now. It pools around the head and hips. And the nanosecond ends. The scene changes. I am no longer outside the body but in. Deep in. The shock of reentry is white-hot. It paralyzes every molecule, short-circuiting my senses. Sight, touch, hearing—all of them join in one huge barbaric scream of STOP. The water fills my ear, trickles down my neck and chest. It freezes and pricks. It soothes and heals. It is taking hold of the pain, drawing it away. Drawing out death and bringing life. I breathe. My flattened body inflates. I see. Smell. Hear. I am aware of the soil ground into my skin, the carcasses all around, the black clouds lowering overhead. The thunder and shaking of the earth. I blink the grit from my eyes and struggle to rise. I have fallen into a crevice. The cracked earth is a vertical wall before me. And the wall contains a hole, a kind of door into the earth. I see dim light within. I stand on shaking legs. I feel the snap of shattered bones knitting themselves together. One step. Two. With each it becomes easier. Entering the hole, I hear music. The Song of the Heptakiklos. The sound that seems to play my soul like a guitar. I draw near the light. It is inside a vast, round room, an underground chamber. I enter, lifted on a column of air. At the other side I see someone hunched over. The white lambda in his hair flashes in the reflected torch fire. I call to him and he turns. He looks like me. Beside him is an enormous satchel, full to bursting. Behind him is the Heptakiklos. Seven round indentations in the earth. All empty.

Wrap up del Bingo Mortifagos para Ravenclaw Lord Voldemort: Nature of Witches de Rachel Griffin - 2* Clara tiene el poder más grande que cualquier bruja ha tenido en décadas, pero está muy asustada de usarlo porque ha ocasionado no sola la muerte de sus padres sino también de su mejor amiga. El libro nos cuenta como Clara, con bastante ayuda, logra superar sus miedos para poder ayudar al mundo con su magia. Regulus Black: Six of Crows de Leigh Bardugo - 4* Una familia rara es la familia que se elige, como pasó con los Dreggs y la banda que conforma Kaz para hacer el atraco más ambicioso que han ejecutado hasta ahora. Al final del libro, los lazos que los unen son mucho más fuertes que la amistad. Barty Crouch Jr: Berserk de Kentaro Miura - 3* El manga más oscuro que he leído. Es un poco spoiler, pero Guts el protagonista busca la venganza de la secta de La Mano de Dios. Tratos con seres de la oscuridad que dejan villanos inhumanos y repugnantes que nuestro protagonista masacra uno a uno. Fenrir Greyback: Magic Bites de Ilona Andrews - 4* Una mercenaria re badass intentando resolver un crimen casi queda en medio de una batalla entre necromancers y shapeshifters de todo tipo, incluyendo hombres lobos. Bellatrix Lestrange: Tabú, el juego prohibido de Nicolás Manzur - 3* Un profesor y un alumno terminan enamorados, pero la historia hacia ese final feliz es una colección de drama y las actitudes más tóxicas que se puedan ver. Draco Malfoy: El hobbit de JRRTolkien - 5* Si alguien ha abandonado una causa con buena razón fue Bilbo en la Montaña Solitaria cuando los enanos parecían no entrar en razón. Y aún así no le falló a sus amigos, sino que fue el acto más sensato y valiente que podría haber hecho. Lucius Malfoy: Parachutes de Kelly Yang - 3* Los chinos ricos que tienen mucho dinero mandan a sus hijos a estudiar al extranjero, esos son los Parachutes. Pero claro un adolescente viviendo casi solo con muchísimo dinero a su disposición y en un cultura completamente extraña… muchas cosas pueden salir mal. Peter Pettigrew: Animal Farm de George Orwell - 5* Una rebelión protagonizada por animales de granja. Pareciera gracioso pero es una alegoría demasiado real y dolorosa de lo que pasa en muchos gobiernos aún hoy después de muchos años de publicada. Severus Snape: El castillo ambulante de Diana Wynne Jones - 4* Howl tiene muchísimos secretos. Uno de los primeros que conocemos es las múltiples personalidades que mantiene en distintos pueblos y para distintas personas (incluido el rey). Otro del que nos enteramos recién al final termina siendo confirmando que es un dulce y merecedor del amor de Sophie.