Belligerently Mean Quotes & Sayings

There's nothing worse in the world than a poetry recital. — Charles Bukowski

We worship a mysterious not an anthropomorphic God. — Frances M. Young

According to the U.N., more than 2.7 billion people will face severe water shortages by 2025. Many social scientists predict that the next big wars will be over water. Nevertheless, the average American family blissfully consumes 300 gallons a day, when you add in watering the lawn and washing dishes, clothes, and cars. — Alex Shoumatoff

Apologize for not being mine when you should've been. Because Emilia, baby..." I tilted my head sideways. "It was always fucking us and you know it. — L.J. Shen

Smile and make someone's day better — Alan Faraway

If people want insights, if they want to swim in the currents of their own time and share the experiences of their time, then it makes sense to engage with the artists of one's own time. — Michael Hersch

I'm one of those people who thinks you can have a happy life and still be an artist. — Shelley Duvall

The dream I have when I go to sleep involves me crawling through a very narrow wooden corridor for a very long time. — Sam Pink

I'm amazed at the amount of time people spend on the Internet. — J.I. Packer

What scoundrels we would be if we did for ourselves what we are ready to do for Italy. — Camillo Benso, Count Of Cavour

I was very fortunate that all my holidays I'd spend with my grandfather, experiencing a much more traditional way of life and listening to these wonderful stories, which I now feel are such an important part of Indian thinking. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Maybe one day you'll come to love me as much as I do you." She frowned and pushed up on his shoulders so they were facing each other. "I happen to adore you, vampire." Her hands laced around his neck, and she twined her fingers in his hair. "No, I'm absolutely certain I love you more. — Kresley Cole

Do not do to others what angers you if done to you by others. — Socrates

Cora read the accounts of slaves who had been born in chains and learned their letters. Of Africans who had been stolen, torn from their homes and families, and described the miseries of their bondage and then their hair-raising escapes. She recognized their stories as her own. They were the stories as her own. They were the stories of all the colored people she had ever known, the stories of black people yet to be born, the foundations of their triumphs. — Colson Whitehead