Brittany Wagner Quotes & Sayings

People talk about PlayStations, video games, social network and Twitter; I can't handle it. — Kangana Ranaut

She was a stirrer of the pot, a lover of intrigue and distress, a creature who seemed to draw oxygen from the spectacle of people at each other's throat, everybody in a state of upset and talking about her. — David Gilmour

Time and space are fragments of the infinite for the use of finite creatures. — Henri Frederic Amiel

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind - they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful. — A.M. Hudson

If your homeland were invaded by aliens who cut down the forests, poisoned the water and air and contaminated the food supply, would you resist? — Derrick Jensen

It's such a pleasure to work in these movies, it's almost like it's not really happening. — Fred Willard

A female feline named Katta
Is getting fatta and fatta
But she's pretty and purry
And funny and furry
So what does an ounce or two matta? — Lilian Jackson Braun

Strength and weakness are tangled things," the Aven Essen had said. "They look so much alike, we often confuse them, the way we confuse magic and power. — V.E Schwab

He could no longer pretend not to have been brought to his knees by her blows, and he could no longer avoid the sentiments that his heart forced him to feel. — Llarjme

Indoors was his place and there he'd moulder, a respectable pillar of society who has never had the chance to misbehave. — E. M. Forster

LAUGHTER is the very essence of religion. Seriousness is never religious, cannot be religious. Seriousness is of the ego, part of the very disease. Laughter is egolessness. Yes, there is a difference between when you laugh and when a religious man laughs. The difference is that you laugh always about others - the religious man laughs at himself, or at the whole ridiculousness of man's being. Religion cannot be anything other than a celebration of life. — Rajneesh

Whoever takes it upon himself to write an honest intellectual history of twentieth-century Europe will need a strong stomach. But he will need something more. He will need to overcome his disgust long enough to ponder the roots of this strange and puzzling phenomenon. — Mark Lilla