Desencadenen Quotes & Sayings

Oh, I could spend my life having this conversation - look - please try to understand before one of us dies — John Cleese

I used to flirt with fundamentalism, and I had this idea that creation was something that happened. Now I see creation as something that is happening. Hundreds of millions of stars are still being born every day. Creation is an ongoing process. The Artist has not yet cleaned out the brushes. The paint is still wet. Human beings are the small clumps of clay and breath, and we have been handed brushes of our own, like young artist apprentices. The brushes aren't ours, nor the paint or canvas, but here they are in our hands, on loan. What shall we make? — Michael Gungor

Jay Z has some of the sickest lyrics ever, but I would never buy his CD. — Young Thug

Perhaps nothing in all my business has helped me more than faith in my fellow man. From the very first I felt confident that I could trust the great, friendly public. So I told it quite simply what I thought, what I felt, what I was trying to do. And the response was quick, sure, and immediate. — Alice Foote MacDougall

If anyone travels on a road in search of knowledge, Allah will cause him to travel on one of the roads of Paradise. — Muhammad

See with what force yon river's crystal stream
Resists the weight of many a massy beam.
To sink the wood the more we vainly toil,
The higher it rebounds, with swift recoil.
Yet that the beam would of itself ascend
No man will rashly venture to contend.
Thus too the flame has weight, though highly rare,
Nor mounts but when compelled by heavier air. — Lucretius

This is the best bad plan we have, sir. — Chris Terrio

I read a lot ... I love books. I work with books. Books are my life. — Kate Morton

I don't know what to say. I hate that. I wish I had all the answers for you. I wish I could explain why this happened. — Katie Kacvinsky

The lion's share of the bear market is over, ... It's a two-part issue. Yes, the marketplace could be nasty. But there's a great deal of nastiness that's already happened in the bond market. — Paul McCulley

What was it that Rilke wrote? That music raised him out of himself, and never returned him to where it had found him, but to a deeper place, somewhere in the unfinished. — Karl Ove Knausgard