Bilge Paint Quotes & Sayings

But I also asked why they didn't chase their dreams. How many rock stars just settled for accountancy? How many astronauts grew up to be psychologists? Other kids were playing Mafia Wars, we were taking down the fucking Mafia and no it wasn't normal. It wasn't even close. — Mark Millar

The impeccable watchmaker geared the noble self to suffer. The ineluctable part of being human is perpetual sorrow, grief, and misery. Suffering is part of living. Life begins joyously and regretfully ends in tragedy. The cold realities of the world triumphantly crush each one of us. Between birth and death is comedic conjugation, the haunting prelude to the end of the self. — Kilroy J. Oldster

I was a waitress years ago when I was first trying to become an actress, waiting tables in New York City. — Kim Dickens

The market is perfectly well supplied at the moment but spare capacity is very limited. — Claude Mandil

The Eternal Being, who knows everything and who created the whole universe, became not only a man but (before that) a baby, and before that a fetus in a woman's body. — C.S. Lewis

What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of your senses? — Charles Dickens

The City that knows how. — William Howard Taft

The game theoretical analysis of the chain store game by backward induction is very easy and does not put any strain on the cognitive abilities of human beings. Even game theoretically untrained persons understand the backward induction argument without difficulty. Nevertheless, the conclusion is behaviorally unacceptable. The author was so worried about this contradiction that he felt three weeks of physical discomfort. — Reinhard Selten

Just this. I never knew anyone who fucked up their life good who didn't think they were special. The holes they dug themselves into were exactly the shape of their dreams. — Benjamin Whitmer

It was not that the youth had turned again from the hope of rest in the Son of Man; but that, as everyone knows who knows anything of the human spirit, there must be in its history days and seasons, mornings and nights, yea deepest midnights. It has its alternating summer and winter, its storm and shine, its soft dews and its tempests of lashing hail, its cold moons and prophetic stars, its pale twilights of saddest memory, and its golden gleams of brightest hope. — George MacDonald

I will tell you this: I will not raise taxes on the middle-class to pay for these programs. — William J. Clinton