Buckstein Music Quotes & Sayings

He stole glances at the heathen faces of Bodien and Gaylord, the suffering, yet oddly consoled, eyes and mouth of Basellecci, noting the brave enthusiasm of men who had never dreamed of anything very definite, and it occurred to him through the reek of his person that there was only one hope for him, and for all people who had lost, through intelligence, the hope of immortality. "We must love and delight in each other and in ourselves!" he cried. — Edward Lewis Wallant

I have always been attracted to male writers who can demonstrate their love and affection for women with ease, yet not draw attention to themselves. — Pat Conroy

Success is like sausage, you'd be surprised what goes into it. — Tim Fargo

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out. — Agustin Gomez-Arcos

We spark, angel. We spark so bright, and I always thought I'd woo you nice and slow and you'd adore me. But you only ever see the worst in me, and there's so much worst to see. — Kit Rocha

God didn't tell us to suspend our minds he rather challenged us to come and reason, to use our reasoning faculties. — Sunday Adelaja

I missed the war and the freedom that came with it. When you are that close to death, you feel free. Every breath you take could be your last. So you inhale and savor each breath, try not to think about your death even though signs of it are all around you. The freedom comes from knowing that if anybody gives you crap, you can eliminate them and the situation. Just shoot and get it over with. — Clint Van Winkle

Our survival as spiritual beings depends upon our ability to open our wild
hearts in love and resonance with all of nature. — Gail Faith Edwards

An election goes on every minute of the business day across the counters of hundreds of thousands of stores and shops where the customers state their preferences and determine which company and which product shall be the leader today and which shall lead tomorrow. — Bruce Barton

Her heart was revealed in a slip, as our hearts always are. — Rosaria Champagne Butterfield