Black Skull Logo Quotes & Sayings

There are many languages in the world; in meaning all are the same. If you break the cups, water will be unified and will flow together — Rumi

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion. — Thomas Browne

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read — Johnny Cash

There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like dried leaves. There is no better time to dance again, to make the most of every crumb of sunlight and warm body and soul with its rays before it falls asleep and becomes only a dim light bulb in the skies. — Paulo Coelho

Maybe thats why they hate us.For reminding them that innocence is just an illusion, we're dark and maggoty all the way down tp the bone.Everyone of us. — Dia Reeves

Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring ... 'How to Build a Boat.' — Steven Wright

I knew it was stupid, knew I would probably die if I went again, but we were warriors and warriors will not be beaten. It is reputation. It is pride. It is the madness of battle. I began beating Serpent-Breath against my half-broken shield, and other men took up the rhythm, and the Danes, so close, were inviting us to come and be killed, and I shouted that we were coming. — Bernard Cornwell

The average British woman is a size 12 to 14, but in modelling, a size 12 is considered huge, which is ridiculous. — Marie Helvin

But even a watched pot cannot absorb heat for ever. — Dorothy L. Sayers

He came forward, holding his belt by one hand. The holes in it marked the progress of his emaciation and the leather at one side had a lacquered look to it where he was used to stropping the blade of his knife. He stepped down into the roadcut and he looked at the gun and he looked at the boy. Eyes collared in cups of grime and deeply sunk. Like an animal inside a skull looking out the eyeholes. He wore a beard that had been cut square across the bottom with shears and he had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an illformed notion of their appearance. He was lean, wiry, rachitic. Dressed in a pair of filthy blue coveralls and a black billcap with the logo of some vanished enterprise embroidered across the front of it. — Cormac McCarthy