Armagan Oru Quotes & Sayings

Most Leadership is Greedership dressed up in sheeps' clothing pretending to care for humanity. — Tony Dovale

No, really. Just do it. You have some kind of weird reasons that are okay. — Paul Thomas Anderson

Learn the art of living. Make your life as an ageless art, then you will never grow older. — Debasish Mridha

Terror?often arises from a pervasive sense of disestablishment; that things are in the unmaking. — Stephen King

I will lead my people by the hand along the road until their feet are sure and they know the way. Then they may choose for themselves and rule themselves. Then my work will be done. — Mustafa Kemal Ataturk

... an ever-recurring cycle, a cycle which, repeating itself silently and ceaselessly, ensures the continuation of living matter. This cycle is constituted of the successive and repeated processes of birth, growth, maturity, death, and decay. An eastern religion calls this cycle the Wheel of Life and no better name could be given to it. The revolutions of this Wheel never falter and are perfect. Death supercedes life and life rises again from what is dead and decayed. — Albert Howard

Lawyers spend a great deal of their time shoveling smoke. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

I took a couple steps away from him and stopped in front of a framed colored poster of Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable from the movie Gone with the Wind. I studied the pair, Gable with his mysterious mustache and Leigh in her red ball gown. I'd become a fan of the classic, partially because of my mother's suggestion that I looked a lot like a younger Vivien Leigh, with my dark wavy hair and sea green eyes. And as usual, I'd believed her for a little while. — J.C. Patrick

I want to accelerate, not slow down, the enforcement of the death penalty in Florida. — Jeb Bush

Graphic design is the paradise of individuality, eccentricity, heresy, abnormality, hobbies and humors. — George Santayana

It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine. — Sarah Dessen