Disintegrators Megadeth Quotes & Sayings

The real me isn't the person I describe, no the real me is the me revealed by my actions. — Malcolm Gladwell

There have been revivals without much preaching; there have been revivals with absolutely no organization; but there has never been a mighty revival without mighty praying. — Various

Black people, we are not this monolithic group, you know? — Joy Bryant

The reason I didn't fly over from Maui at their beck and call is my wife was about to have a baby at any time. Those guys knew that. These guys would not compromise and meet me halfway. — Sammy Hagar

Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. "Because?"
"Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her. — Christine Fonseca

The salesman thanks the customer for patronizing his shop and asks him to come again. But the socialists say: Be grateful to Hitler, render thanks to Stalin; be nice and submissive, then the great man will be kind to you later too. — Ludwig Von Mises

It's considered acceptable in our culture to approach perfect strangers, as often or not who may be in extremis, and evangelise. I don't see why that's considered a normal thing. — Christopher Hitchens

Men by their constitutions are naturally divided into two parties: 1. Those who fear and distrust the people, and wish to draw all powers from them into the hands of the higher classes. 2. Those who identify themselves with the people, have confidence in them, cherish and consider them as the most honest and safe, although not the most wise depositary of the public interests. In every country these two parties exist, and in every one where they are free to think, speak, and write, they will declare themselves. — Thomas Jefferson

She's right in some ways. She doesn't need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember and still choose me. Choose us. — Christine Fonseca

Sensuality, as long as it is straightforward did not repel him, but this derived sensuality - the sort that classes a mistress among motor-cars if she is beautiful, and among eye-flies if she isn't - was alien to his own emotions . . . It was, in a new form, the old, old trouble that eats the heart out of every civilization: snobbery, the desire for possessions, creditable appendages; and it is to escape this rather than the lusts of the flesh that the saints retreat into the Himalayas. — E. M. Forster

We never know how we love til we try to unlove! — Harriet Beecher Stowe