Please find below a curated list of 83 of The Best Parking Lot Quotes by notable women and men. Please consider sharing with others any of the Parking Lot Quotes that resonate.
GUESS WHERE I AM. CLUE? she texted back SWEAR U WON’T TELL A SOUL? U HAVE 2 ASK? I reluctantly texted,@ DINNER W. MARCIE’S DAD. #?@#$?!& MY MOM IS DATING HIM. TRAITOR! IF THEY GET MARRIED, U & MARCIE… COULD USE A LITTLE CONSOLATION HERE! DOES HE KNOW UR TEXTING ME? Vee asked. NO. THEY R INSIDE. I’M IN THE PARKING LOT —-COOPERSMITHS. THE PIMP. 2 GOOD 4 APPLEBEE’S, I SEE. I’M GOING 2 ORDER THE MOST EXPENSIVE THIN ON THE MENU. IF ALL GOES WELL,HIM GOING TO THROW HANK’S DRINK IN HIS FACE 2. ~Nora & Vee
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot Oh, but still you’re aching for the things you haven’t got, What went wrong? And if you can’t understand why your world is so dead And why you’ve got to keep in style and feed your head Well, you’re twenty one and still you mother makes your bed And that’s too long.
What I really want is to sit next to someone under an L.L. bean blanket on the beach in the fall and drink coffee from the same mug. I don’t want some rusty ’73 Ford Pinto with a factory-defective gas tank that causes it to explode when it’s rear-ended in the parking lot of the supermarket. So why do I keep looking for Pintos?
Like any good drug, anger can mask all reality. But anger is not an easy emotion to call up on demand, which is why an enemy is so wonderful. You’re tired. Didn’t sleep well. You have zero energy. Then you get lucky. You pull into the boathouse parking lot and see your favorite enemy. Celebrate. Your workout is saved. One look at that chowderhead can put you into the angerzone. As you turn off your car, you can feel your whole physical being change. Respiration increases. The dull look on your face is magically transformed into the power-stare of a true rowing warriot.
In some suburban schools, the curriculum is chock-full of rigorous A.P. courses and the parking lot glitters with pricey SUVs, but one doesn’t have to look hard to find students who are starving themselves, cutting themselves, or medicating themselves, as well students who are taking out their frustrations on those who sit lower on the social food chain.
One night I was in the players’ parking lot at the Fleet Center in my Celtics warm-ups about a half hour before a game, waiting for one of my dealers to come up from Fall River, because if I didn’t get my stuff I was too sick to even go through the pre-game layup line, never mind actually play in the game.
(The animal rights movement) should be supported by all Christians. In an ecological universe, every created entity has intrinsic value because all are subjects as well as objects. As we cover more and more of the earth with our factories/ highways/ towns/parking lots, we annihilate more and more plants and animals.
Nothing like tailgating on the Bayou. LSU is my personal favorite. Maybe it’s my penchant for the spicy stuff. But there’s nothing like sampling a little gumbo, a little jambalaya and then diving face-first in to a shrimp boil. The aroma just walking through the parking lot of Tiger Stadium stays with you the whole day, and the LSU fans get there early and stay late.
The animators are fantastic though. They’ll shoot their own reference material, and just go into the car park or something. And they might shoot a very funny scene, or sometimes a serious scene. But they’re really just trying to work out the motion. Yet what we get treated to is hilarious video of someone running around a parking lot with a broomstick and a helmet!
It is upsetting to many parents that their teen-agers introduce them to their friends as encyclopedia salesmen who are just passing through … if they introduce them at all. I have some acquaintances who hover in dark parking lots, enter church separately and crouch in furnace rooms so their teen-agers will not be accused of having parents.
By the time they were pulling into the parking lot of the A&P, the mood was fading, the moment gone. Amy could feel it go. Perhaps it was nothing more than the two doughnuts expanding in her stomach full of milk, but Amy felt a heaviness begin, a familiar turning of some inward tide. As they drove over the bridge the sun seemed to move from a cheerful daytime yellow to an early-evening gold; painful how the gold light hit the riverbanks, rich and sorrowful, drawing from Amy some longing, a craving for joy.