Brixius Law Quotes & Sayings

With sharing our common purpose we multiply and with keeping to ourselves we divide. — Santosh Kalwar

Religion, then, partakes of equal elements of the canine and the feline. It exacts maximum servility and abjection, requiring you to regard yourself as conceived and born in sin and owing a duty to a stern creator. But in return, it places you at the center of the universe and assures you that you are the personal object of a heavenly plan. — Christopher Hitchens

Each life experience poses this question: how do you want to be changed because of me? — Mollie Marti

We hate it when our friends become successful. — Morrissey

You need a platform upon which to release an orchestral record, otherwise it's just going to be an obscurity. — Elvis Costello

One of the outcomes of attempting to ignore emotional pain is chandeliering. We think we've packed the hurt so far down that it can't possibly resurface, yet all of a sudden, a seemingly innocuous comment sends us into a rage or sparks a crying fit. Or maybe a small mistake at work triggers a huge shame attack. Perhaps a colleague's constructive feedback hits that exquisitely tender place and we jump out of our skin. — Brene Brown

All the people who follow me on Twitter know my sense of humor. I sometimes forget the blogosphere will give it more weight than I intended. — Kurt Sutter

The music business is really, really small. The real music is becoming almost extinct, if you don't stay true to who you are. — Mary J. Blige

Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism. — Tristan Tzara

When I was in sixth grade, I wanted to be tough and untouchable, but really I was squishy and sensitive. — Emily P. Freeman

A warm flow of pain was gradually replacing the ice and wood of the anaesthetic in his thawing, still half-dead, abominably martyred mouth. After that, during a few days he was in mourning for an intimate part of himself. It surprised him to realize how fond he had been of his teeth. His tongue, a fat sleek seal, used to flop and slide so happily among the familiar rocks, checking the contours of a battered but still secure kingdom, plunging from cave to cove, climbing this jag, nuzzling that notch, finding a shred of sweet seaweed in the same old cleft; but now not a landmark remained, and all there existed was a great dark wound, a terra incognita of gums which dread and disgust forbade one to investigate. And when the plates were thrust in, it was like a poor fossil skull being fitted with the grinning jaws of a perfect stranger. — Vladimir Nabokov

A death is the most terrible of facts. — Iris Murdoch