Bodyslam Quotes & Sayings

Shit, I'd heard all the songs about love but never really got them before. Didn't understand that it can come out of nowhere, grab you in a chokehold, then bodyslam you into the road until you give in to it, accept it for what it is: an unpredictable, uncontrollable force of nature that tames you. You don't choose it, you can't rationalize it, and you sure as shit don't know when it's going to hit. — Nikki Pink

It's very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos. — Ram Dass

When you get to work with people like Ian McKellen or directors like Peter Jackson, you sit and watch. — Luke Evans

There is an important distinction to be drawn between tolerance of homosexuality and tolerance of sex tourism. — Brian Whitaker

The vast majority of Americans believe you don't discriminate. You don't. We honor each other. We don't all see life the same way. We don't. We're Americans. — James Lankford

What she did not yet realize was that those boundaries were much looser for a child in the progressive circles of Salem and Boston, where a young girl who "poured out her whole heart" would be kindly received by adults eager to see proof of the innocent wisdom of childhood. As she grew older, Elizabeth would have to reckon with the fact that others began to find that same forthright manner disturbing in a young woman. — Megan Marshall

It's not that white guys shouldn't be allowed to engage in discussions on race in America. But there's nothing more exhausting than white male liberals' dogmatisms on race that were clearly formed during a conversation they had with that one black guy they met back in college. — John Ridley

A totally honest organization would never hide or disguise actions or stonewall. — Brian Martin

had only been at SUM a year, — Lev Raphael

In the most modern theories of physics probability seems to have replaced aether as "the nominative of the verb 'to undulate'." — Arthur Eddington

Upon it rested a slender crystal glass filled with a thick blue liquid: shade of the evening, the wine of warlocks. "Take and drink," urged Pyat Pree. "Will it turn my lips blue?" "One draught will serve only to unstop your ears and dissolve the caul from off your eyes, so that you may hear and see the truths that will be laid before you." Dany raised the glass to her lips. The first sip tasted like ink and spoiled meat, foul, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother's milk and Drogo's seed, — George R R Martin