116 Quotes Tagged: dogs

If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.

You can say any fool thing to a dog and the dog will just give you this look that says, 'My GOSH, you're RIGHT! I NEVER would've thought of that!

But he realized Henri already knew all he'd ever need. He knew he was loved and he knew how to love.

I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch‐light ; and, to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the remaining leaves of this volume...

What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.

There are seventy-five perfumes, which it is very necessary that a criminal expert should be able to distinguish from each other, and cases have more than once within my own experience depended upon their prompt recognition.

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

It does no good to bark at the television,
I said. I’ve tried it too. So he stopped.

nessuno come un cane sa apprezzare la straordinarietà della tua conversazione.

EVERY DOG’S STORY

I have a bed, my very own.
It’s just my size.
And sometimes I like to sleep alone
with dreams inside my eyes.

But sometimes dreams are dark and wild and creepy
and I wake and am afraid, though I don’t know why.
But I’m no longer sleepy
and too slowly the hours go by.

So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon
is shining on your face
and I know it will be morning soon.

Everybody needs a safe place.

Happiness is a warm puppy.

Meanwhile, the mole goes on with its subterranean daydreams,
The dogs lie around like rugs

A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones.

Punk!”

Slowly the tired eyes turned from watching the street corner and looked at me without interest.

“He will follow no one but his master,” said the woman.

The dog suffered my hand on his collar; he rose and shambled disheartenedly at my side, carrying the only luggage he possessed – his name and a broken heart.