6abc Quotes & Sayings

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.
When you find her, adore her. — Delano Johnson

As accidental as my life may be, or as that random humor is, which governs it, I know nothing, after all, so real or substantial as myself — Anthony Ashley Cooper

Anything can be an instrument, Chugurh said. Small things. Things you wouldn't even notice. They pass from hand to hand. People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that nothing is the same. Well, you say. It's just a coin. For instance. Nothing special there. What could that be an instrument of? You see the problem. to separate the act from the the thing. As if the parts of some moment in history might be interchangeable with the parts of some other moment. How could that be? Well, it's just a coin. Yes. That's true. Is it? — Cormac McCarthy

'Southland' is very real; it's not about who found the hair in the bed. There are procedural aspects to it, but it's not about that. — Christopher Chulack

All the sugar that you have ever eaten was first made within a leaf. — Hope Jahren

Geez, I just played cricket because I loved the game. I never thought about it much, never really had any formal coaching. — Steve Waugh

Yearning and struggle in the voices of the elders at Red Lake. They, too, had lost their identities. They, too, were no longer themselves, and it was this fate that they so wanted to help the young people avoid by sharing their stories. More than anything else I had written, Neither Wolf nor Dog had let people be themselves and see themselves. Was I breaking my own promise and abdicating my moral responsibility by refusing to tell more of Dan's story, simply because I did not want to deal with the questions and challenges that it posed? — Kent Nerburn

So I pointed at the sun ascending in the horizon. Just as the darkened sky began to lighten. "Keep your eyes there." Her green ones flickered to me before following my finger. Her pulse picked up speed. "And what happens when it disappears?" I would've loved to tell her that it never would. That no matter where we were the sun would always be present. But it wouldn't have been true. The only thing we could count on was that the sun would rise again. "Wait for it to return," I told her. — Krista Ritchie