My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
A rumor without a leg to stand on will get around some other way.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.
My home is not a place, it is people.
I hope that when I die, people say about me, 'Boy, that guy sure owed me a lot of money.'
The car skidded to a stop just in front of me, and I jumped back and lost my balance and ended up on the road.
Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.