60601 Quotes & Sayings

When we find a painting or a novel or a musical we love, we are briefly connected to the best that human beings are capable of, in ourselves and others, and we are reminded that our path through the world must intersect with others. Whether we like it or not, we are not alone. — Andy Miller

Now its raining its pouring
the old man is snoring
now I lay me down to sleep
I hear the sirens in the street
all my dreams are made of chrome
I have no way to get back home
I'd rather die before I wake
like Marilyn Monroe
and throw my dreams out in
the street and the
rain make 'em grow — Tom Waits

When your movie is hot, your options are crazy. — Jamie Foxx

Perhaps my favourite story is 'Le Passe-Muraille' by Marcel Ayme. It's about a guy who wakes up with a weird faculty that means he can walk through walls. He's a very shy clerk, and he uses it to get revenge, or vent his frustration. — Michel Gondry

My greatest accomplishment is the freedom for doing what I want to do with my music ... I love my freedom so I'm happy I am a free artist. — Ziggy Marley

I believe honesty comes across in music because for people that music isn't just something to dance to. For people for whom music is something that they feel, they understand what I'm talking about. — Willa Ford

The maps are really like a filter. They filter information for you to make better decisions on where you are going and what to do, — Will.i.am

The argument against the persecution of opinion does not depend upon what the excuse for persecution may be. The argument is that we none of us know all truth, that the discovery of new truth is promoted by free discussion and rendered very difficult by suppression. — Bertrand Russell

When distrust is so profound that it makes you wary of every word dripping from honeyed lips...
It sharpens your instincts...Now for a woman, THAT is a powerful weapon... — Virginia Alison

I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air. — Theodore Roethke

It is in our lowest moods, when we are least equipped to do so, that we are tempted to try to solve problems or resolve issues with others. — Richard Carlson