Dubravko Jelacic Quotes & Sayings

People look at black pride in America and sport's impact on it. In the major cities it took off the first time Jackie Robinson stole home. In the deep South, it started with Eddie Robinson, who took a small college in northern Louisiana with little or no funds and sent the first black to the pros and made everyone look at him and Grambling. — Jerry Izenberg

You have to have a strong sense of self in this business - otherwise they're going to spit you out. — Charlene Tilton

In mystical traditions, it is one's own readiness that makes experiences exoteric or esoteric. The secret isn't that you're not being told. The secret is that you're not able to hear. — Ram Dass

If the highest things are unknowable, then the highest capacity or virtue of man cannot be theoretical wisdom. — Leo Strauss

But the reality of consciousness appears irreducible. Only consciousness can know itself - and directly, through first-person experience. — Sam Harris

But he had gained a perspective of thought in which every extreme was seen as a half-truth, — Will Durant

I'm the pink sheep in the family. — Alexander McQueen

Despite one or two minority appeals our society is not outraged at man's unremitting use of the animal world. Ecologists and environmentalists may talk of "ecological consciousness" or "environmental responsibility" but seldom, if ever, is this responsibility articulated towards other non-human species in particular. — Andrew Linzey

The view changes from where you are standing.
Words can wound, and wounds can heal.
All of these things are true. — Neil Gaiman

I'm very down-to-earth. I think I'm still 'street'. — Gerard Butler

The day never goes by for men and nations to make asses of themselves and take to the fists. — L.M. Montgomery

While there may have once been a stigma to making money, high-earning women actually have an advantage in the dating-and-marriage market. — Liza Mundy

It feels amazing to work with writers that write really well. — Giancarlo Esposito

When the windows like the jackal's eye and desire pierce the dawn, silken windlasses lift me up to suburban footbridges. I summon a girl who is dreaming in the little gilded house; she meets me on the piles of black moss and offers me her lips which are stones in the rapid river depths. Veiled forebodings descend the buildings' steps. The best thing is to flee from the great feather cylinders when the hunters limp into the sodden lands. If you take a bath in the watery patterns of the streets, childhood returns to the country like a greyhound. Man seeks his prey in the breezes and the fruits are drying on the screens of pink paper, in the shadow of the names overgrown by forgetfulness. Joys and sorrows spread in the town. Gold and eucalyptus, similarly scented, attack dreams. Among the bridles and the dark edelweiss subterranean forms are resting like perfumers' corks. — Andre Breton