Dianne Feinstein Vets Quotes & Sayings
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I'm crazy about you, but right now I'm going to fuck you like I hate you. I need to fuck you angrily but don't forget this: I'm crazy for you. — Lauren Blakely
Man begets, but land does not beget. — Cecil Rhodes
All the stories and poems and letters and oracles and wisdom verses of God's Word, like individual instruments in a great orchestra, serve THE WHOLE story. — James MacDonald
There is something about a Republican that you can only stand him just so long; and on the other hand, there is something about a Democrat that you can't stand him quite that long. — Will Rogers
All vets are mentally ill in some way and government should prevent them from owning firearms. — Dianne Feinstein
Do not only think about it, but feel about it, also, before taking appropriate action. — T.F. Hodge
Strength is wealth. — Lailah Gifty Akita
I myself smoke, but my wife asked me to speak today on the harmfulness of tobacco, so what can I do? If it's tobacco, then let it be tobacco. — Anton Chekhov
People err who think my art comes easily to me. I assure you, dear friend, nobody has devoted so much time and thought to compositions as I. There is not a famous master whose music I have not industriously studied through many times. — Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion, the odd taste of champagne in summer, and the art of promise-keeping. He lay in my arms and rested. There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull toward the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there that he hoped to read one day. — Markus Zusak