Quote Quotes - Page 40

You can get addicted to trouble if you're not careful.

This was a different kind of a kiss, not one that leads to something, but a hard, painful one.It was a goodbye kiss.

D.D.R.C.T. which stands for "Dreams Do Really Come True". Yes, I'm a firm believer about that. I can even stand in a crowd and be an ambassador of Dreams Do Come True Club.

Lisa cried until there was nothing left to cry about.

The average adult has had sex innumerable times more than they have formed an opinion of their own.

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.

I have been writing now for over a week. I find it cleansing, refreshing; it is good for me.” (p.531)

I think that the behavior of M. Alexis Tsípras is a chance for the European Union to question itself about what is wrong about the Europe of Euro, and to measure the human sufferings caused by a policy that is first and foremost monetarily driven and is wrong. In a just and democratic society, the citizen and his rights are center stage, not the economy.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Make Theory Talk is an art which is rare in the world.

Your thoughts become your BELIEFS. Your beliefs become your TRUTH. Your truth becomes your STORY. Your story IS your REALITY.

You wearing a thigh sheath?”“Now what would be the sense of wearing just one? I have two thighs.

You are the owner and keeper of your word. Distribute them wisely.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

The only thing that prevents us from being happy is thinking.

The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long life seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. ..

Dying's a bitch, and I would know.

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

Selfie-centered person!

Most women would each be left with fewer dreams or without a dream, if the institution of marriage were to be abolished.

The only path wide enough for us all is love.

They want to control humankind through what they call selective breeding. The Nazis started it, but now the nwo are continuing it. See, the only way to control population is to first get it back down to manageable size. They're culling the herd, same way the game commission does when deer population gets out of control. That's why we've got diseases like cancer and aids. You telling me that we can put a little goddamn skateboard-looking robot on Mars and have it send pictures back, but we can't find a cure for cancer? There's a cure. You can bet on that, boys. There's a goddamn cure. They just won't release it because cancer helps cut down the population.

Anything that was created today were once an unknown insecurity far beyond the next chapter of your life!

Most sane human beings’ chances of being alive in a thousand years’ time are a hundred times higher than their chances of being sincerely happy for at least ten consecutive days.

She liked reality shows the best, and then the shows that purported to be about reality.

Imagine a soldier who believes killing another human being is wrong, kills his first human being in war when he has never killed before. Worse still, imagine this same soldier has his enemy in his sites and the enemy appears defenseless. Here, he might be allowed the luxury to have that moment with himself to debate whether he should pull the trigger or not. But on another day he may not have that luxury. Imagine further, a soldier is in this situation because his father was a soldier, and his grandfather was a soldier, and he is trying to please them but, unlike them, he doesn’t believe killing people in war is right, yet there he is on the battlefield anyway where ‘killed or be killed’ leads the list in the army’s operation manual. So, he pulls the trigger anyway even though he’s categorically against killing another human being. And maybe this is the first time he’s compromised on such a high principle and he continues killing other people as long as he’s in the war and each time it becomes easier and easier until his principle, his absolute truth, is a motto not to live by, but one that is just a topic of conversation in a philosophy class or a backyard barbecue. War has changed him. From Messages From a Grandfather, by Robert Gately

Life is art and art is life.

Dont forget to pray today, because God didn't forget to wake you up this morning.

The apartments had probably been built back in the 70’s when the country was going through some ugly social times. Maybe the country was going through its adolescent phase and breaking out with a bad case of social acne. Cheesy professors were running around the country proclaiming “turn on, tune in, drop out.” A mean-spirited drunk from LA was cranking out poems about the low-life and reaching for another beer out of the refrigerator on stage as part of his performance. The porn industry was in its golden era. People proclaiming their individuality and uniqueness were all dressed the same. Mothers thought they were educating their kids by letting them watch Sesame Street, but they were just turning their kids into TV junkies and a future generation of pudding heads with blank faces ready to believe anything on the lamestream media. The Vietnam War eventually came to an end after Laos was clustered bombed, which had nothing to do with ending the war. Dominoes didn’t fall. A new war memorial went out for bid. Some crazy scientist found a way to make clothes out of chemicals - polyester. Dwarfs found their favorite hangout - the disco. The whole country seemed to be dancing to the disco beat, hypnotized by the flashing strobe lights off the big, shiny ball.

The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.

I think I’ll feel out of place wherever I go on earth, forever. But that’s fine. I have to make my peace with that.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Dance is the ritual of immortality.

The brave soldiers die. The cowards survive and write the history.

I believe you can only be lucky if you start out beingvery good

Stop hating yourself for the things you have not and start loving yourself for the things that you have.

When you speak, your words echo across the room. When you write, your words echo across the ages" Bud GardnerThis is what my books do about stories of the Past, Present and Futur. Enjoy!Visit my page on Amazon.com

The difference between lonely and lovely is only of one single alphabet. That single alphabet is called Friends.

As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.

What if everything you have been taught is all a lie and everything you feel is all a truth?

That's the problem with best friends. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself.

I’ve read somewhere in a book when something happens that is unbearable to you, sometimes, time stops. Like your inner clock just stops working, even if the world keeps spinning you will stand still for the rest of your life.

I cannot explain love. I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you. That you were the center of everything I did and felt and thought.

That's the thing with keeping up appearances, Rose; people will do anything to get one and anything to keep one.

As we all know, as if forever exploiting or attempting to exploit each other were not enough, a group of sane human beings who have just reached the end of a war against a common enemy of theirs will sooner or later start or continue killing and/or fighting against each other.

Name and form are simply illusions of separation. Love doesn’t make us blind; rather, it erases the illusions so we can see clearly.

One of the main functions of a push-up bra is to lower the number of mothers who seem like mothers.

To fully encapsulate my creativity, I read to inhale, write to exhale. The whole process helps me breathe story.

Think about your dreams. Think of every detail of what you want to manifest. Imagine every person included in your plans. Sense all the emotions that you want to happen when your dreams come true. Visualize where will you be when your dreams already happened. Breathe the air where you want to manifest it. Dream. Imagine. Believe. There's no more truer than this. It is what it is.

Hope, strive and try to be more like Christ until the day we will see Him. Let Him find you faithfully and in obedient serving Him. He is coming quicker than people think.

Self-discovery is life recovery.

Give with love, give with smile, give freely, it is our duty and responsibility to humanity.

We all say and do things we regret, but it’s never to late to change, apologize and become a better person

To eat Ugali is an art of adventure in itself. Forget cutlery because all you need is your lovely fingers.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.

I can’t!” Maggie was now standing on the wall. “Past the boundary wall is a bad place. I’m not allowed in the bad place.

If you're going to fall in love with anyone, fall in love with a writer. Allow yourself to become immortalised in words.

There are no rules when it comes to love. I just try to let love surprise me because you never know who you’re going to fall in love with. You never know who’s going to come into your life – and for me, when I picture the person I want to end up with, I don’t think about what their career is, or what they look like. I picture the feeling I get when I’m with them.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.