Buscape Quotes & Sayings

Find something you really love doing and mix it with something you really care about. That's why I've had such longevity as an artist. I really, really care about ending violence against women, and I really, really love playing music. It's super enjoyable! — Kathleen Hanna

Giving is true loving. — Charles Spurgeon

I become filled with anxiety and hurt as a natural reaction. Then I resort to my gratitude journal. I make it a point to think about and write down all of the things I have to be grateful for, and this helps me immensely. — Stacy Keibler

Why should there not be a patient confidence in the ultimate justice of the people? Is there any better or equal hope in the world? — Abraham Lincoln

Schizophrenia is just a catch-all term for forms of mental behaviour that we don't understand. In the nineteenth century there was a term, melancholia, which we would now call bipolar depression ... but all forms of sadness, unhappiness, maladaptation, were poured into this label melancholia ... Now, schizophrenia is a similar thing ... A book about schizophrenia [says that] the typical schizophrenic lives in a world of twilight imagining. Marginal to his society, incapable of holding a regular job, these people live on the fringes content to drift in their own self-created value system. I said, that's it! That's it! Now I understand! — Terence McKenna

One of the chief triumphs of modern mathematics consists in having discovered what mathematics really is. — Bertrand Russell

I'd come back after having served as ambassador to New Zealand and found that I had real concerns about the direction in which this country was headed. — Carol Moseley Braun

People who behave rarely make history. — Josh Linkner

That's all he was doing. Mistaking that intensity for something that didn't translate outside of the bedroom. That couldn't, probably, because something that intense would burn itself out in a flash if you opened it up to the world, wouldn't it? — Lisa Henry

How many men
Have spent their blood in their dear country's service,
Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves,
That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on,
Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,
Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for. — Thomas Otway