Don's Party 1976 Quotes & Sayings

Style is wearing an evening dress to McDonald's, wearing heels to play football. It is personality, confidence and seduction. — John Galliano

Only at the cross of Christ does man see fully what it is that separates him from God; yet it is here alone that he perceives that he is no longer separated from God. Nowehere else does the inviolable holiness of God, the impossibility of overlooking the guilt of man stand out more plainly; but nowhere else does the limitless mercy of God, which utterly transcends all human standards, stand out more clearly and plainly. — Emil Brunner

It's not like we did something wrong. We just burned down the church while the choir within sang religious songs. — Alice Cooper

Reflecting this difference is the Indian state of Kerala. Although it is one of the poorer parts of the country, it has higher literacy and greater gender equality than much of the rest of India. Without resorting to a coercive approach such as a "one-child policy" Kerala has achieved a rate of population growth lower than China's and also lower than that in some developed countries, including — Peter Singer

You honor your writing space by recovering, if you are an addict. You honor your writing space by becoming an anxiety expert, a real pro at mindfulness and personal calming. You honor your writing space by affirming that you matter, that your writing life matters, and that your current writing project matters. You honor your writing space by entering it with this mantra: "I am ready to work." You enter, grow quiet, and vanish into your writing. — Eric Maisel

Never do anything local or insignificant — Sunday Adelaja

The Stock Market is designed to transfer money from the Active to the Patient. — Warren Buffett

It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. — Zell Miller

If it's to be; it's up to me — Mary Crowley

Love never bites only shoes does, I would still prefer shoes. — Pushpa Rana

Last was man. One by one God judged them all; Those who were his He saved for his pleasure,
Those who were Satan's he stomped them as they sprawled,
Tossed - t' burn with their family together.
I was last. Alone I stood. Before God of all.
I wasn't his. No! I still wasn't his.
It's all I want'd! Still I lost him - still I'd fall! Still I lost. No, I'd never be his!
Angels grabbed my hands and feet and flung me with th' damned,
To lie and let th' fire burn and through our lungs expand. — Jonas Perez