Beds Are Burning Quotes & Sayings

Beware of the virtue which a man boasts is his. — Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach

Eshe, I want to spend my life with you."
"Good," she whispered back. "That was the plan. — Lynsay Sands

Bitcoins are not illegal in and of themselves and have known legitimate uses," the FBI agent, who drew up the complaint, wrote. This brief sentence was one of the strongest statements to date about the legality of Bitcoin in the United States - and it came from one — Nathaniel Popper

(Ugh. Don't even get me started. It's like teachers think we have nothing better to do with our lives than to come home and do more schoolwork.) [SirLeo] (It's coz they're old and have no lives and want to punish those who do.) — Mari Mancusi

So seemed it to me, as I stood at her helm, and for long hours silently guided the way of this fire-ship on the sea. Wrapped, for that interval, in darkness myself, I but the better saw the redness, the madness, the ghastliness of others. The continual sight of the fiend shapes before me, capering half in smoke and half in fire, these at last begat kindred visions in my soul, so soon as I began to yield to that unaccountable drowsiness which ever would come over me at a midnight helm. — Herman Melville

Religion is an important institution. A nation without religion cannot survive. — Mustafa Kemal Ataturk

the only way to eliminate hypocrisy from human existence is to abandon all principles whatsoever; — Theodore Dalrymple

I work, play and do everything in French. — Philippe Falardeau

The true sign of a robust and mature life rests in how many times that life has been knocked down, for to be incessantly knocked down and yet find oneself still standing means that someone had the resolve to get up that many times plus one. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

You are you even before you grow into understanding you are not anyone, worthless, not worth you. Even as your own weight insists you are here, fighting off the weight of nonexistence. And still this life parts your lids, you see you seeing your extending hand as a falling wave - I they he she we you turn only to discover the encounter to be alien to this place. Wait. The patience is in the living. Time opens out to you. The opening, between you and you, occupied, zoned for an encounter, given the histories of you and you - And always, who is this you? The start of you, each day, a presence already - Hey you - — Claudia Rankine

I believe the best poetry of our times is growing too artistic; the study is too visible. If freedom and naturalness are lost out of poetry, everything worth having is lost. — Lucy Larcom

If I knew what the meaning of art was, I wouldn't tell you. — Pablo Picasso