Flyer Design Quotes & Sayings

You have to be going somewhere to have the energy you need to get there. — Mehmet Oz

Nobody is born with a steering wheel or a gear shift in his hand. It's something you choose to do or you don't. — Mario Andretti

Avery McTavish - The Last Boyfriend
Insanity ... She knew how to organize and stay that way. But it seemed to her all her organization skills arrowed toward work and missed her life by a mile. — Nora Roberts

Of course no one thought of anything except of attacking the enemy. It lies in the instinct of every German to rush at the enemy wherever he meets him, particularly if he meets hostile cavalry. — Manfred Von Richthofen

It is not goodness to be better than the worst. — Seneca The Younger

Nothing, is what it appears to be, when it's only with your eyes you see. — N'Zuri Za Austin

When I say history is a matter of life and death, I mean this: If you really don't know history, you are a victim of whatever the authorities tell you. You have no way of checking up on them. You have no way of deciding whether there is any truth in what they are saying. — Howard Zinn

Anything that feels good couldn't possibly be bad. — Angelina Jolie

I trust two people, myself and the other is not you, its God — Shahrukh Khan

I ran the high school newspaper and was in student government. I played sports my whole life but was never picked as captain. — Bing Gordon

Love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger then hate-stronger than anything. Remember that. — Morgan Rhodes

Through portico of my elegant house you stalk
With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit
And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net
Of all decorum which holds the whirlwind back.
Now, rich order of walls is fallen; rooks croak
Above the appalling ruin; in bleak light
Of your stormy eye, magic takes flight
Like a daunted witch,
quitting castle when real days break.


Fractured pillars frame prospects of rock;
While you stand heroic in coat and tie, I sit
Composed in Grecian tunic and psyche-knot,
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
Which such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?



"Conversation Among the Ruins — Sylvia Plath