Assiri Quotes & Sayings

Love doesn't care what we call it. — Gerald Jampolsky

Sentimental poetry differs from naive poetry in that it relates the real state at which the latter stops to ideas and applies ideas to that reality. — Friedrich Schiller

It's time to save the U.N. from its own scandals and mismanagement. It's time for U.N. Reform with teeth. — Mike Pence

I'm not going anywhere. I hope. It's been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost.
But I wouldn't have missed it for the world. — Anthony Bourdain

They say I'm greedy, but I still want more, cause my eyes want to journey. — Snoop Dogg

It's not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It's like being alive, only colder. — Catherynne M Valente

The shovel is brother to the gun. — Carl Sandburg

It's not about sizzle for me. I think it's fine. I mean, America made a decision in 2008 to go with a president who did have sizzle. — Rob Portman

I was looking through half-open eyes at the sky, like the first man, and thinking about how - there you are - my uncle had died, about how they would now be burying him, about how I would never meet him. I stood petrified, thinking that one day I too would die. At the same time I was horror-stricken to realize that my mother would also die. All of this came rushing upon me in a flash of a peculiar violet color, in a twinkling, and the sudden activity in my intestines and in my heart told me that what had seemed at first just a foreboding was indeed the truth. This experience made me realize, without any circumlocution, that I would die one day, and so would my mother, and my sister Anna. I couldn't imagine how one day my hand would die, how my eyes would die. Looking over my hand, I caught this thought on my palm, connected to my body, indivisible from it. — Danilo Kis

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They! — Rudyard Kipling