Findster Quotes & Sayings

The cultural infrastructure was buckling and society's veil of sanity was slipping away, exposing its uncharitable Id. — Bobby Adair

The journey of life is both too short and too precious to be sidetracked by guilt trips. — Bill Crawford

A man must know how to estimate a sour face. The sour face of the multitude, like thier sweet faces, have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and the newspaper directs. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I didn't say he wasn't a good employer, just that he's not going to be awarded a Sane Person of the Year award. — Katie MacAlister

I think it's important to vote. — Vivienne Westwood

Life is a surprise waiting, every moment we are discovering that surprise. — Debasish Mridha

The ideal leader is one who hears the voice of God, and beckons on as the voice calls him and them. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

The fact of progress is written plain and large on the page of history; but progress is not a law of nature. — H.A.L. Fisher

Movies were America's way of softening up the rest of the world, Hollywood relentlessly assaulting the mental defenses of audiences with the hit, the smash, the spectacle, the blockbuster, and, yes, even the box office bomb. It mattered not what story these audiences watched. The point was that it was the American story they watched and loved, up until the day that they themselves might be bombed by the planes they had seen in American movies. — Viet Thanh Nguyen

Every month that passed, he felt less sure of where he belonged among the human traffic in the city below. Once he had believed he was smart and might become something - not a big something, like the people who frequented the airport, but a middle something. Being on the roof, even if he had come up to steal things, was a way of not being what he had become in Annawadi. — Katherine Boo

I sat on the kitchen stool long enough — James Patterson

He fought as he wished he had all those years ago, for the chance he had missed. In that moment between storms
when the rain stilled and the winds drew in their breaths to blow
he danced with the slayer of kings, and somehow held his own. — Brandon Sanderson