Goingeck Quotes & Sayings

Breakfast is a peaceful moment for me, so I never have the radio on, no music, no noise around. The only noise that is permitted is people's voices. It's a way for me to wake up without too much of a high speed feeling. — Christian Louboutin

By gathering seed from trees which are close to our homes and close to our hearts, helping them to germinate and grow, and then planting them back into their original landscapes, we can all make a living link between this millennium and the next, a natural bridge from the past to the future. — Chris Baines

She was the most confusing person he had ever met — Lloyd Alexander

God is the inevitability of humanity's search for true meaning. — Jared Brock

I consider promiscuity immoral. Not because sex is evil, but because sex is too good and too important ... — Ayn Rand

You have to remember the police used to raid and arrest the audience for seeing Scorpio Rising (1964), or Jack Smith movies. Wouldn't that be exciting today, if you see went to the movie and everyone at the IFC was arrested in a paddy wagon and taken away? — John Waters

(Perhaps he realized that) two damaged people could never really make a whole undamaged person between them. — Rhona Cameron

That's the beauty and the curse of the 'engrafted word'... it all comes down to interpretation. — Amy Marie

To escape the curse of commoditization, a company has to be a game-changer, and that requires employees who are proactive, inventive and zealous. — Gary Hamel

The separation of sex from emotion is at the very foundations of Western culture and civilization. — Shulamith Firestone

I only won $250 all summer. And then I got crippled. I had a horse step on me while performing and it was messed up for a while. — Chris LeDoux

I know there's a lot of nasty humor directed at celebrities, but my feeling is, in most cases, they deserve it. — Doug Benson

Sometimes I feel it is best to experience as little as possible. I have become so accustomed to the sight of blood that this afternoon I witnessed the execution of two soldiers for cowardice. All that occurred to me was that their severed heads went rolling about just like dice. This only goes to show what I have always held: that horrors do not sharpen but blunt the senses. An old friend once set above his vestibule door the blood-soaked cuirass in which his father was killed. He put it there, he said, as a perpetual reminder of the horror of violence. And was he reminded? The first time he passed the vestibule, yes. The second time, maybe. The third time not at all, and thereafter he grew used to it, and was later killed in an amphitheatre riot with his fingers on another man's throat. — Colin Thubron