Fsltt Quotes & Sayings

There are two kinds of pedestrians ... the quick and the dead. — Thomas Dewar

On a high mountain I stood,
And cried the name of Ali, Lion of God.
O Ali, Lion of God, King of Men,
Bring joy to our sorrowful hearts. — Khaled Hosseini

I'm very happy to have a small, long, career instead of one big hit and then oblivion. — Susannah McCorkle

There's always been a fierce rivalry between Spurs and Tottenham. — David Pleat

In a matter of moments, I awakened to a life that wasn't mine. It was like peering into a dark hidden world that I wasn't supposed to know about and that my mind didn't want to believe existed. — Mike Ericksen

According to the perverse aesthetics of artistic guilty pleasure, certain books and movies are so bad - so crudely conceived, despicably motivated and atrociously executed - that they're actually rather good. — Walter Kirn

Everybody is always saying what a parfit, gentle knight I am, but it has nothing to do with me. It is Arthur's idea. It is what he has wished on all the younger generation, like Gareth, and now it is fashionable. — T.H. White

As we get more technically driven, the importance of people becomes more than it's ever been before. You have to utilize who you are in your work. Nobody else can do that: nobody else can pull from your background, from your parents, your upbringing, your whole life experience. — David Carson

The first twelve years are the hardest. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

There's no meaning to life without music. Everybody has their own connect with music. — Kailash Kher

Hatred, revenge, bitterness - these are negative emotions. The person harbouring those emotions suffers more. — Ahmed Kathrada

If the eye really was a muscle, I had pulled it long ago. — Brodi Ashton

Bloody Jackson - he can land it on a 20 cent piece. Trouble is, it's usually in a bloke's pocket in the grandstand. — Craig Coleman

She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make? — Toni Morrison

Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief. There is no God; Janice can die: the two thoughts come at once, in one slow wave. He feels underwater, caught in chains of transparent slime, ghosts of the urgent ejaculations he has spat into the mild bodies of women. His fingers on his knees pick at persistent threads. — John Updike