Ezzedine Fishere Quotes & Sayings

I would not like to live in the past because you don't get anesthetic when you go to the dentist. You don't get antibiotics. You don't get the things that you are used to now, cell phones and televisions and things that are very convenient. You don't want that. But, it would be fun if you could, every now and then, just meet a friend for lunch at Maxim's in Paris in 1900, or go back to 1870 just for a couple of hours, take a walk in the park, and then come right back to Broadway. — Woody Allen

I speak of the Christian religion, and no one need be astonished. The Church in the colonies is the white people's Church, the foreigner's Church. She does not call the native to God's ways but to the ways of the white man, of the master, of the oppressor. And as we know, in this matter many are called but few chosen. — Frantz Fanon

In societies where mature workers are respected and where their wisdom is respected, everybody benefits. Workers are more engaged and productive. Their health is better. They live longer. — Deepak Chopra

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see. — Libba Bray

I grew up in a house of forthright women. — Chris O'Dowd

Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave. — Friedrich Von Logau

I want to help you, but you have to be a willing participant. If you're not, then I am no longer helping you up; it is you who is pulling me down. — Steve Maraboli

Is the most deadly of all evils, you can die of love or lack of it. — Lauren Oliver

The good news is dollars don't vote, people do. — Dave Brat

The reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realisation that you can't be all you wanted to be, — Cecelia Ahern

Transparent tubes divided Phil's blood into shades of red, fading to straw colored plasma. I watched his fluid swirl past his shoulders and disappear into machines. He offered himself to blood banks all over the city, his plasma rushed to hospitals where it would circulate through other people's bodies. The map of my love's tapped arteries would look like a bloodshot eye over the city of Albuquerque. His blood bought us dinner. I dreamed he was my mother, and I nursed his arm. I wrote a poem about it, how I suckled his arm dry like a sore teat. — Jalina Mhyana

Take no moment for granted. — Christina Applegate