Dacian Busecan Quotes & Sayings

To determine not to think of it was but to think of it still, to suffer from it still. — Marcel Proust

If I went back to Zimbabwe, I am not afraid of the police or the soldiers. I am afraid of those elements which are being used by the regime. People who have nothing, I mean, who don't care whether they are paid $50 to kill someone, they could just do it for. — Thomas Mapfumo

We want [government] down to the size to where it would fit in a bathtub, and then it could worry about what we were up to. — Grover Norquist

Giving is the secret of abundance. — Sivananda

Hemingway was a jerk. I mean he was really a great jerk. He was a good writer, and he did all sorts of things that I would never have the courage to do, but I don't think I'd enjoy being in the same room with him. He's not my kind of person. — Joe Haldeman

Never respect men merely for their riches, but rather for their philanthropy; we do not value the sun for its height, but for its use. — Gamaliel Bailey

I always felt I was a nobody, and the only way for me to be somebody was to be - well, somebody else. Which is probably why I wanted to act. — Marilyn Monroe

Jesus Himself stresses that only those who grant forgiveness will receive it. — David Jeremiah

The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don't recognize as real. — Chuck Palahniuk

She could be anyone. Become anyone. The thought both sickened and frightened her, but the resolve made her calm again. — Marissa Meyer

You have to ask yourself a question: "What's the purpose of the private sector - to support government?" And if the answer is, "Yes, it is," then you're a Democrat. — Rush Limbaugh

Sometimes what we deem a failure at the time it happens actually serves to foster a change within us that creates an even greater success down the road. — Marianne Williamson

Amazing how he could make her feel. Safe in a vacant lot, warm in the middle of the night. Just being this close to him, being able to touch his thoughts and feel his presence, was comforting-and dizzying. — L.J.Smith

I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July. — Winthrop Mackworth Praed