Gadahn Style Quotes & Sayings

Our axles don't match but our wheels are turning. — Nancy E. Turner

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain. — George Crabbe

I think we live in a culture where it is really difficult to get privacy because everything is so accessible. It's very difficult to maintain your comfortable life with a sort of mystique. — FKA Twigs

To rob God of nothing; to refuse Him nothing; to require of Him nothing; this is great perfection. — Jeanne Marie Bouvier De La Motte Guyon

The wider world is a click away, but whether we mean to or not, we're usually filtering it out. — Ethan Zuckerman

If a root is pulled out, don't think that it happened because of the strength of the wind, but because you didn't make the root grow deeply enough. — Sun Myung Moon

But there's something about him that makes her heart quicken in the way it does when she's surprised. And she supposes that might just be it: the surprises of it all. — Jennifer E. Smith

Sometimes I think that the only effective and productive method of destroying speciesism would be for each uncaring human to be forced to live the life of a cow on a feedlot, or a monkey in a laboratory, or an elephant in the circus, or a bull in a rodeo, or a mink on a fur farm. Then people would be awakened from their soporific states and finally understand the horrors that are inflicted on the animal kingdom by the vilest species to ever roam this planet: the human animal! — Gary Yourofsky

Many people excuse themselves by claiming that they don't have to do work anymore because they are beyond it. They are simply afraid of getting their hands dirty. Getting your hands dirty washes your being. — Frederick Lenz

Go somewhere. Do something. How can you stay in one spot when the world is so big — Jc Caylen

Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl. — Mary Oliver

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world. — Georg Buchner

imagination WAS the eagle that devoured Prometheus! — Edith Wharton