Birdemic Movie Quotes & Sayings

While JFK had made the sale on a political level, he had not yet completed it on an emotional one. — David Pietrusza

The Father's love does not force itself on the beloved. — Henri J.M. Nouwen

Man developed in Africa. He has not continued to do so there. — P. J. O'Rourke

Whatever you need from me, all you have to do is take it. You know that. — J. Kenner

What am I doing with my soul? Interrogate yourself, to find out what inhabits your so-called mind and what kind of soul you have now. A child's soul, an adolescent's, a woman's? A tyrant's soul? The soul of a predator - or its prey? — Marcus Aurelius

Hey, Dad, you've got to taste what we just did. It's actually good. (Omari)
That is good. What did you two do? (Devyn)
No idea. We just added spices until it didn't suck anymore. (Omari) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Memory, like love, is an act of imagination, an abandonment and a possession. — Susan Dodd

I didn't do anything as active as deciding that I wanted to be a writer. For one thing, I didn't feel like I was the final authority on whether or not I was anything like a writer. (I'm a timid soul.) I just kept writing stories, because becoming a veterinarian seemed as if it involved too much dissection. — Kelly Link

Sometimes I doubt and sometimes I believe. And I like not making myself believe when I am doubting, and not making myself doubt when I am believing. Surely neither God nor Accident need my consistency. — Hugh Prather

Love dispels fear just as light dispels darkness. If even for a moment you have been in love with someone, fear disappears and thinking stops. With fear thinking continues. The more you are afraid, the more you have to think. — Rajneesh

Do not suppose, however, that I intend to urge a diet of classics on anybody. I have seen such diets at work. I have known people who have actually read all, or almost all, the guaranteed Hundred Best Books. God save us from reading nothing but the best. — Robertson Davies

Charlotte Corday walked alone Paris birds sang sugar calls Charlotte walked down lanes of stone through the haze of perfume stalls Charlotte smelt the dead's gangrene Heard the singing guillotine — Peter Weiss

Somewhere there is a drummer calling to you too, and playing your special beat. — Pooja Ruprell