Bacpac Quotes & Sayings

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces. — Laurie Halse Anderson

You must act as if the goal were infinitely far off. — Eugen Herrigel

To endeavor to forget anyone is a certain way of thinking of nothing else. — Jean De La Bruyere

We Navajos believe in witchcraft. Cut hair and fingernail clippings should be gathered and hidden or burned. Such things could be used to invoke bad medicine against their owner. People should not leave parts of themselves scattered around to be picked up by someone else. Even the smallest children knew that. — Chester Nez

The generality of men are so bound within the sphere of their circumstances that they have not even the courage to get out of them through their ideas, and if we see a few whom, in a way, speculation over great things makes incapable of mean ones, we find still more with whom the practice of small things takes away the feeling for great ones. — Luc De Clapiers

Personally, I do the best work with people I'm closest with. I know what their tastes are, and they are similar to mine. That close personal relationship is what delivers the best work. — Atticus Ross

Allah created the bonds of family, so Who are you to cut bonds that Allah has created. — Nouman Ali Khan

We are not wounded so deeply when betrayed by the things we hope for as when betrayed by things we try our best to despise.
In such betrayal comes the dagger in the back. — Yukio Mishima

Define history. Was it the sequence of factual past events, the stories about the factual sequence of past events, or the interpretation of the stories about past events? — Josh Lanyon

Every heart is the other heart. Every soul is the other soul. Every face is the other face. The individual is the one illusion. — Marguerite Young

I simply take serious issues seriously, but I do not take myself seriously. — Gordon Gee

I've become a pretty tough cookie after having a divorce. I think that I've persevered through a lot of talk. — Jessica Simpson

Dan wanted to cry out, or scream and yell and destroy with fists and boots. Anything, anything at all to break through the onslaught of emotions, but all he had was his lips, two arms, and one hand. Tongue, teeth, as well, and the most gut-wrenching sensation of feeling, physical, mental, gathering deep in his guts, spreading and searing through his body, traveling across blood. 'Vadim', it hammered through his being, 'Vadim. Alive. Vadim.' And he was lost. — Marquesate