Encuentre El Quotes & Sayings

Speciesism: A failure, in attitude or practice, to accord any nonhuman being equal consideration and respect — Joan Dunayer

How can a reason which hates God be called sound? — Martin Luther

I'm really quite happy to say that in my early 40s, I wake up feeling sexy, and I can't say I felt that way in my late 20s. — Tori Amos

When I die, I'm leaving my body to science fiction. — Steven Wright

A motion picture, or music, or television, they have to maintain a certain decorum in order to be broadcast to a vast audience. Other forms of mass media cost too much to produce a risk reaching only a limited audience. Only one person. But a book ... A book is cheap to print and bind. A book is as private and consensual as sex. A book takes time and effort to consume - something that gives a reader every chance to walk away. Actually, so few people make the effort to read that it's difficult to call books a "mass medium." No one really gives a damn about books. No one has bothered to ban a book in decades. — Chuck Palahniuk

What really distinguishes this generation in all countries from earlier generations ... is its determination to act, its joy in action, the assurance of being able to change things by one's own efforts. — Hannah Arendt

Customers are still setting the technology agenda. Not just you, our customers, but your customers as well. What more and more are telling you is what kind of services they need, and how and when they want those services delivered to them. And in fact, that is just the beginning. — Carly Fiorina

Something is wrong when our lives make sense to unbelievers. — Francis Chan

The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not-- not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but...genuine terror of not knowing where I was, i I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. — Sarah J. Maas

One, two, three, four, we don't want your fuckin' laws of thermodynamics! — David Rakoff

IT WAS ONE OF those glorious days in March when the air was so fresh that you worshipped every whiff of it; that each breath of the intoxicating stuff created such new universes in your lungs and brain you were certain you were about to explode with sheer joy; one of those blustery days of scudding clouds and piddling showers and gum boots and wind-blown brollies that made you know you were truly alive. — Alan Bradley

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself. — Jenim Dibie