Everybodys Talking Quotes & Sayings

Investigating the forces that hold the nuclear particles together was a long task. — Richard P. Feynman

The people who don't know so much about me regard me more sexually. — David Bowie

I leaned back and glimpsed the stars, the same stories again but written in the sky. — Wesley Stace

The reality for teachers is we don't know if we've been successful or not. It takes years to see how a kid turns out, and it's impossible to know what role we've played, for better or worse. It's why so many teachers burn out - our successes are limited and rarely celebrated, but our failures are always out there for everyone to see and judge. — Tucker Elliot

Don't borrow money from a neighbor or a friend, but of a stranger where, paying for it you shall hear of it no more. — William Cecil, 1st Baron Burghley

Dating is different when you get older. You're not as trusting, or as eager to get back out there and expose yourself to someone. — Toni Braxton

Following 'Urumi,' I did get a lot of offers from Malayalam, but frankly, managing films in several industries can become a little hectic. So I decided not to take them up. — Genelia D'Souza

It's better to use a curse word than to hurt somebody else, I find. — Marilyn Manson

Song I try to make the step-down call of the chickadee, but do it too insistently, over and over so it loses sense, the air going equally out and back, not slower in the opening, then quickening as the tight hinge retracts, but absolutely evenly, too even, the way one breathes and regulates breath for a doctor, to present the body's equanimity. There's a bird in a tree with a hinge in its throat, a door opening to let the sweet air pass from a high, thin place down a notch. There's phlox out there, opening between one black and another black, hanging branch of an apple tree - the very tree that holds the bird that bends the air so parenthetically around itself, and its song around anything listening. — Lia Purpura

A soldier is a killer painted hero. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

My baby is five. She falls asleep in my arms ... Her breath is warm on my face, all that is alive and warm and breathing inside of her now, falling upon me, and I can't capture it, hold it, this, her life now, me in this moment. She is leaving me, she's growing up and moving away from me, and she stirs and I sweep back the crop of the golden ringlets. Stay, Little One, stay. Love's a deep wound and what is a mother without a child and why can't I hold on to now forever and her here and me here and why does time snatch away a heart I don't think mine can beat without? Why do we all have to grow old? Why do we have to keep saying good-bye? — Ann Voskamp

If you want to dream, go back to sleep," he told her."When you wake up, we'll still be escaped slaves in the middle of a siege. Crunch is dead. The pig as well, most like. Now find some armor and put it on, and never mind where it pinches. The mummer show is over. Fight or hide or shit yourself, as you like, but whatever you decide to do,
you'll do it clad in steel. — George R R Martin