Cultos Satanicos Quotes & Sayings

Now these things never happened, but always are. — Sallust

What ever disunites man from God, also disunites man from man. — Edmund Burke

If you can't handle your neurosis, your neurosis will handle you. — Chuck Spezzano

Things that would have made fame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. It is a mistake to do things too easily. — H.G.Wells

The giver gives, but really he is sowing the seed for later, the gift of a rich harvest. — Sathya Sai Baba

Communities don't have rights. Only individuals in the community have rights. — Michael Badnarik

Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn't be comfortable with it any other way. A folk song has over a thousand faces and you must meet them all if you want to play this stuff. A folk song might vary in meaning and it might not appear the same from one moment to the next. It depends on who's playing and who's listening. — Bob Dylan

Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone./Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline./18 and life you got it. — Skid Row

I think stuff on the radio is mostly good, but it's just not what I'm into. I'm not into rap metal. — Jon Crosby

Always live in the moment but plan and enjoy the journey ahead — Margo Vader

Our fearless shall be our secret weapon — John Green

You love her for a life time and still you are a stranger. — M.F. Moonzajer

You said these guys are your cousins? Is that, like, for real? It's, like, not a turn of phrase?"
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Well, I refer to my bluds as cuz, sometimes. Is it like that, or is they real blood relatives?"
"Yes, four of them are cousins. One of them is my twin brother. I'm sure you can guess who."
"Who?"
"Yes."
"No, who?"
"Exactly." The Doctor's gaze was in some far-off place, his voice low and monotone. "He was always the troublesome one. He instigated the rift, cemented the separation. Blabbed to the Beeb. I can never forgive him for that. Never. — Mark Speed

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away. — Simone De Beauvoir