Birders Choice Quotes & Sayings

I think as resources become more dear, we really need to consider population. — Henry Rollins

Don't ask me something if the answer doesn't truly matter to you. — Ken Weber

Giving people a hand up, not a handout, is the way forward. — Hugh Jackman

I still have the desire to do the job of acting. It's just a matter of whether I'll be allowed to do the job of acting that remains to be seen. There are only so many brick walls that I'm willing to beat my head on. — Gary Coleman

Being confident is the key to life. Don't be afraid to be you! I'm super different from a lot of kids my age with style and personality, and I'm OK with it. And if you are OK with it, everyone else will be, too. Just be yourself. — Leo Howard

Charity, like the sun, brightens every object on which it shines. — Confucius

If people want to see me in comedies, that's fine with me. — John C. Reilly

Let me tell you something right now, something that I don't want you ever to forget: Starbucks is an abomination.
Lex was speechless. She now believed that there was no way in a million years this man could possibly be a blood relative. — Gina Damico

I enjoy life so much more now, and I try hard to appreciate each and every day, but deep down I am still afraid it will be taken away. — Jaycee Dugard

Bite my ass Mr. James — C.C. Hunter

The universe is made up of vibrating, pulsing light. When our attention level drops, we don't see that. Instead we see what appears to be a solid material world. — Frederick Lenz

The whole guilt thing of not feeling Mexican enough was a big deal, too. On the one hand, you have your grandmother who is anointing you as a chosen one because you are light, but then you feel like you're less because you are lighter than your cousins, who are more down on the streets. You know? So that confusion was all I wrote about. — Matt De La Pena

Women want to see the truth. They don't want to see some perfect girl. — Reese Witherspoon

"A real work of art destroys, in the consciousness of the receiver, the separation between himself and the artist." — Leo Tolstoy