Congolese Music Quotes & Sayings

The man who is roused neither by glory nor by danger it is in vain to exhort; terror closes the ears of the mind.
[Lat., Quem neque gloria neque pericula excitant, nequidquam hortere; timor animi auribus officit.] — Sallust

We think about our future selves like different people. We often idealize them, expecting our future selves to do what our present selves cannot manage. — Kelly McGonigal

I'm very proud of my Scottish blood. — David Duchovny

Some actors can distance themselves from the parts they play, but I fall into the category who use bits of themselves. — James Nesbitt

Self-sacrifice is something other people always have to pay for. — Marty Rubin

I, Lilah McCannon, aged twenty-five, have just run away from home. I am trying not to think about it too much. Every time I do, I start to hyperventilate with that hitched breathing that precedes a full-scale panic attack. — Anna Bloom

I won't always say the right thing, I won't always make you smile, I won't always make you happy ... but I will always try, and i will always be here for you ... waiting for you to open your eyes and realize how much I love you. — Zane

Congolese rumba was so huge in Africa that everybody was inspired by it. But my African roots brought me this music. In every African family, parties in Brussels, we used to listen to this kind of music. And salsa music as well. — Stromae

I am a man and alive. For this reason I am a novelist. And, being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, te scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog ... Only in the novel are all things given full play. — D.H. Lawrence

People who hate you because of a mere jealousy over your success hurt themselves in disguise. This is because you carry an image of who they wish they had become. Don't hate them back because they may also become like you one day and it will mean hurting that image you carry! — Israelmore Ayivor

The first of the
line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants . — Gabriel Garcia Marquez