Flashbacks Of A Fool Quotes & Sayings

I don't give a shit what people call me as long as I can go to sleep at night. — Stephen King

You can speak loudly with deep silence — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

We've been back since July, but I spent some time with the family in the south of France over the summer. We rented a house with another couple and took it easy. — Laura Innes

In this city, the victors had delusions of grandeur. It was visual. Across the street from the hotel stood City Hall, sporting an oversized Serb flag that hung from the roof to the ground, a hundred feet tall, fifty feet wide, three horizontal stripes of blue, white and red, so large that only a strong breeze could make it flap. The flag, hanging over a building where, fifty years earlier, Kurt Waldheim worked as a lieutenant in the Wehrmacht, was meant as a projection of Serb nationalism, as though size were all that mattered, rather than content. I had never thought of flags as weapons, but in Bosnia, as in the rest of Europe, they were becoming the deadliest weapons of all.

p. 80 — Peter Maass

my friend Ronald. He's a hunstman who lives in my letterbox. — James Roy

When it comes to work, I am focused. I work like a maniac. — Anushka Sharma

Forget the Bible, the greatest argument against human evolution is a YouTube comment thread. — Damien Fahey

Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind's
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer. — Wendell Berry

In the loss of skill, we lose stewardship; in losing stewardship we lose fellowship; we become outcasts from the great neighborhood of Creation. It is possible - as our experience in this good land shows - to exile ourselves from Creation, and to ally ourselves with the principle of destruction - which is, ultimately, the principle of nonentity. It is to be willing in general for being to not-be. And once we have allied ourselves with that principle, we are foolish to think that we can control the results. (pg. 303, The Gift of Good Land) — Wendell Berry

My sense of direction would be the death of me. Metaphorically, at least. — Tara Hudson