Genholic Duy Quotes & Sayings

Anarchy may await America, due to the daily injustices suffered by the people. — Louis Farrakhan

I do promotion when it is necessary, but I always want to get back to the music. — Enya

I think what sets this one apart is that there are two horror movie icons finally battling each other. You actually see them beat the crap out of each other instead of just terrorizing the kids in the movie. — Monica Keena

I'm a musician and I'm really blessed, because in my life if I can hold the sticks, I can play. — Ringo Starr

I wish I could look back and say that I have learned to love as much as I loved to learn. But if I like, there could be a cauldron boiling for me in hell tomorrow, and who can assure me tomorrow is not already on my doorstep, now that I am as old as an oak tree, and still not consigned to the grave? — Elif Shafak

It's a better tradition for people who think for themselves and who don't pray in aid of any supernatural authority. That's what you should be spending your life is in spreading and deepening that tradition. — Christopher Hitchens

For many people in the Western world, freedom is limited not so much by what others do to us, but by what we cannot do for ourselves. Walker, — Eric Greitens

Then it seems that I, who wanted to watch over you, fell asleep myself. — Hermann Hesse

We're all connected by the system, and we all have to be a part, I think, of changing it. — Eric Schlosser

We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own-indeed, to embrace the whole creation in all it's diversity, beauty, and wonder. — Jeanette Winter

So that left me. To save my hatchlings and my underground, even if I couldn't be there anymore. — Julie Kagawa

May you have a strong foundation when the winds of change shift ... and may you be forever young. — Bob Dylan

I appreciate the little things in life because it adds up to everything. — Lisa M. Cronkhite

Indiscriminate pursuit of perfection infallibly leads to mediocrity. — Henry Fuseli

One world and then another, running like a chain. One world treading on the heels of another world that plodded just ahead. One world's tomorrow, another world's today. And yesterday is tomorrow and tomorrow is the past. Except, there wasn't any past. No past, that was, except the figment of remembrance that flitted like a night-winged thing in the shadow of one's mind. No past that one could reach. No pictures painted on the wall of time. No film that one could run backward and see what-once-had-been. — Clifford D. Simak