Bedrick Kaitz Quotes & Sayings

All the world would be Christian if they were taught the pure Gospel of Christ!. — Thomas Jefferson

Well, you're right. I'm a Freak."
"Huh?"
"I love being bullied. Being hit and kicked by others gets me totally excited. That's what kind of freak I am.
Sorry if that bothers you. — Yuna Kagesaki

Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either. — Elizabeth Zimmermann

I always wanted to have a family - that was one of my big wishes. And in school, I'd taken drama, and I'd always wanted to act. I did go to drama school in New York, Los Angeles and London, and I did small parts here and there, but I never really had the time. Modeling was always paying more. — Jerry Hall

Prey animals such as zebras and antelope have eyes at the sides of their heads, but a predator's eyes face forward. Always show the cat your face. Let her see where your eyes are, and she'll know you're a predator, too. She'll think twice before attacking. — Tess Gerritsen

The sky and the sea invevitably meet and become one. Everywhere. Always. — Takuji Ichikawa

You think we shouldn't anthropomorphize people? — Sidney Morgenbesser

Be passionate. Be courageous. Be your best. — Gabrielle Giffords

Step beyond right and wrong, and resist passing judgment. Who you've been and what you've experienced in the past isn't good ... and it isn't bad. You might not know the whole story. — Denise Linn

The true test of a soldier's mettle is to see whether or not they will cling to what they believe in, even in the face of impending death. — Matthew S. Williams

Disgust is intuitive microbiology — Steven Pinker

But he could not help it. No one can help it. One is a realist. One has put up with it all ever since childhood; one has had the courage to look it full in the eye, possibly courage enough to look it in the eye all one's life long. Then one day the distances beckon with their floating possibilities, and in one's hands are the admission tickets, two slips of blue paper. One is a realist no longer. One has finished putting up with it all, one no longer has the courage to look it in the eye, one is in the power of beckoning hospitable distances, floating possibilities, perhaps forever afterwards. Perhaps one's life is over. — Halldor Laxness