Cant Make This Up Kevin Gates Quotes & Sayings

I love to make music, I love to get tattoos ... That's just what I love. If I wasn't getting paid I'd still do it. — Kevin Gates

It's difficult to understand why people don't realize that pets are gifts to mankind. — Linda Blair

Self-consciousness is not knowledge but a story one tells about oneself. — Simone De Beauvoir

Fall in love fast, make sure I handle it delicate — Kevin Gates

By liberty I mean the assurance that every man shall be protected in doing what he believes is his duty against the influence of authority and majorities, custom and opinion. — John Acton

If people concentrated on their responsibilities, others would have their rights. — Stuart Briscoe

Don't you find that strange? I can't believe I never found it strange before. It's like your name, how you don't notice it for so long, but when you finally do, you can't help but say it over and over, and wonder why you never thought it was strange that you should have that name, and that everyone has been calling you that name for you whole life. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Some murders are well worth their prison term. — Morrissey

When you come up in the slums, having nothin make you humble — Kevin Gates

A hot producer might not make a hot beat for me. I just love music. — Kevin Gates

She ignited her heart by touching it to his; and after that there was no peace for either of them. — Sofia Samatar

Talent develops in solitude, character develops in the stream of life. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Our essential humanity is dependent upon humankind's ability to join the past and the future with the present. Recollections and future projections grant us the ability to cogitate, analyze, and evaluate. Contrasting memories enable us to ascertain what is true and false, and determine what is charming, attractive, stunning, or sublime. Remembrance of the past serves to comfort us, awareness of the future offers us hope, while our dutiful engagement in the present is capable of arresting our complete attention. — Kilroy J. Oldster

The man wrote his message.
Are you really a boy, like Xash says? the god asked Arin. You've been mine for twenty years. I raised you.
The Valorian signed the scrap of paper.
Cared for you.
The message was rolled, sealed, and pushed into a tiny leather tube.
Watched over you when you thought you were alone.
The captain tied the tube to a hawk's leg. The bird was too large to be a kestrel. It didn't have a kestrel's markings. It cocked its head, turning its glass-bead eyes on Arin.
No, not a boy. A man made in my image ... one who knows he can't afford to be seen as weak.
The hawk launched into the sky.
You're mine, Arin. You know what you must do.
Arin cut the Valorian's throat. — Marie Rutkoski