George Carlin Germs Quotes & Sayings

War is something Arafat sends others to do for him. That is, the poor souls who believe in him. This pompous incompetent caused the failure of the Camp David negotiations, Clinton's mediation. — Oriana Fallaci

He who can see truly in the midst of general infatuation is like a man whose watch keeps good time, when all clocks in the town in which he lives are wrong. He alone knows the right time; what use is that to him? — Arthur Schopenhauer

There is no certainty of what will or won't be in our lives. All we have is this moment. The last is gone, the next isn't here yet. — Curt Mega

It was as if his whole life had suddenly lodged in his throat, a raw bite he could neither spit out nor swallow. — Larry McMurtry

Eight hours daily labour is enough for any human being, and under proper arrangements sufficient to afford an ample supply of food, raiment and shelter, or the necessaries and comforts of life, and for the remainder of his time, every person is entitled to education, recreation and sleep. — Robert Owen

Suicide is not just killing yourself, but the world outside — Mayank Sharma

My life is full of meaning to me. The life around me must be full of significance to itself. If I am to expect others to respect my life, then I must respect the other life I see. — Albert Schweitzer

The signs of the zodiac are karmic patterns; the planets are the looms; the will is the weaver. — Edgar Cayce

Mercedes is a pretty princess — Melissa Horacek

We've been together for thirty-five years," Alec had said. "We've no call to change now. — Eva Ibbotson

Our body parts were the trademark, we believed, of a sacred, majestic people. Now the ugliness of our situation made us begin to loathe the body we'd once loved. It was a gradual occurrence at first, more a thought than a truth, but we knew that once planted, a seed soon reveals all that it bears. — Daniel Black

Compassion is essential for any type of relationship between anybody - human to human, human to dog, human to cat, human to bird. — Sharon Gannon

1976. The Bicentennial. In the laundromat, you want for the time on your coins to run out. Through the porthole of the dryer, you watch your bedeviled towels and sheets leap and fall. The radio station piped in from the ceiling plays slow, sad Motown; it encircles you with the desperate hopefulness of a boy at a dance, and it makes you cry. When you get back to your apartment, dump everything on your bed. Your mother is knitting crookedly: red, white, and blue. Kiss her hello. Say: "Sure was warm in the place." She will seem not to hear you. — Lorrie Moore