Ezike Quotes & Sayings

If we live twenty-nine years or if we live ninety-nine years, would not any hardships be worth the saving of one person from the eternal torments of hell for the everlasting enjoyment of the glory of God? — John Piper

The silence became palpable and merciless in its depths. The only sound came from my car's radio. The Temptations towed me to tears. — Billy O'Connor

As long as my pictures go into theaters and we ask people to pay to see what I do on the screen, I should not object if customers want to know what kind of man I am. — Alan Ladd

If the Fed had a war on abortion like its war on poverty or war on drugs, within five years men would be having abortions! — Harry Browne

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed. — Katie McGarry

All these lacrimal events and bouts of depersonalization were no doubt leading, I was then convinced, to the onset of schizophrenia. Indeed, the irony of my recent cardiac diagnosis was that it gave me an objective reason for my emotional turbulences and so was, in that sense, stabilizing: now I was reckoning with a specific existential threat, not just the vacuum of existence. — Ben Lerner

We do not seem to be finding tomorrow's Toscas. — James Levine

There isn't so much love in the world that you can turn it away when it's offered. — Robert Crais

I've followed Brenda Bowen as she's moved from Henry Holt to Scholastic to Simon and Schuster to Hyperion and to HarperCollins. I have complete confidence that Brenda always knows the right questions to ask. I'm not sure another editor would be able to do that. — Virginia Euwer Wolff

It's a travesty that people have forced someone who is gay to have to make their case that they deserve the same basic rights as someone else. — Jon Stewart

Tate, you're mine, and I'm yours. Every day you're
going to realize that more and more. When you believe it without a doubt, then I'll have earned your
trust. — Penelope Douglas

Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I; For yet I lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears - No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep - and waking, I waked to sleep no more; at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran. A rathe December blights my lagging May: And still I am a child, though I be old Time is my debtor for my days untold. — Hartley Coleridge

Well, boo, how does bacon sound?"
"Bacon sounds great, but you can't call me boo."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not a rapper, and I'm not your shorty. — R.K. Lilley