Bladeren Vallen Quotes & Sayings

'Revolution' . There were two versions of that song but the underground left only picked up on the one that said 'count me out'. — John Lennon

We must return to the first question of philosophy: "Do we want the truth?"

We indict others when they ignore it or twist it to their own agendas. But do we honestly want the truth above all else, even when the truth will cost us, even when we must reverse our stance and run the risk of others' derision? Are we willing to radically change our lives in order to pursue it? Are we willing to change, to let go of lifelong, cherished, character-bound beliefs? Are we willing to pay? — Daniel Ionson

There's no way a fighter should fight and put his life on the line, and a promoter makes more money than he makes. — Roy Jones Jr.

118. There are gaps in my education which no one could ever fill. But, they don't matter to me. I do not need to know science or algebra or geometry. Literature and music, painting and history-these are my passions. These are things that still, somehow in hours of quiet and lonesomeness, keep me alive. — Anne Rice

The true answer to seduction is to open people's eyes to the shallowness of the "beauty" on offer. The — Iain M. Duguid

Unless man anchors the real love, man will always drift in the middle of nowhere! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Wherever you have a plot of land, however small, plant a garden. Staying close to the soil is good for the soul. — Spencer W. Kimball

It was frustratingly common that children were no sooner gone from the nest and established in their own homes ... than they began to infantilize their own parents and wish them dead, or at least in assisted living. — Helen Simonson

Design is, literally, purposeful planning. Graphic Design, then, is the form those plans will take. — Chip Kidd

Hazel always used to say There's not enough darkness in the entire universe to snuff out the light of just one little candle. — Fannie Flagg

Whatever we refuse to recognize about ourselves has a way of rearing its head and making itself known when we least expect it. — Debbie Ford

All I knew was what I wasn't, and it took me some years to discover what I was.
Which was a writer.
By which I mean not a "good" writer or a "bad" writer but simply a writer, a person whose most absorbed and passionate hourse are spent arranging words on pieces of paper. Had my credentials been in order I would never have become a writer. Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind? — Joan Didion