Goses Teo Quotes & Sayings

Believing themselves superior in soul, in strength, in energy, industry, and national virtue, Germans felt they deserved the dominion of Europe. — Barbara W. Tuchman

never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it. — Tom Franklin

I'm in a male-dominated industry. — Diane Hendricks

The kerosene record player is not a very efficient device. — Frank Zappa

Dreams are sacred future events. — Lailah Gifty Akita

On movies, you have a lot of stylists that get things too pretty. Everything gets steamed and ironed. It's just not the way we really behave. — Tim Heidecker

Love is invisible and comes and goes where it wants, without anyone asking about it. — Miguel De Cervantes

A great nation like the United States has many and varied interests, and we need both to do business with tyrants and to engage constantly in multilateral diplomacy. — Elliott Abrams

A zombie pretending to be a zombie pretending to be a zombie. Made me dizzy. — Diana Rowland

Our mother Eve, who tasted of the tree, Giving to Adam what she held most dear, Was simply good, and had no power to see. — Emilia Lanier

The Church no longer contends that knowledge is in itself sinful, though it did so in its palmy days; but the acquisition of knowledge, even though not sinful, is dangerous, since it may lead to pride of intellect, and hence to a questioning of the Christian dogma. — Bertrand Russell

It is simply no longer possible to believe much of the clinical research that is published, or to rely on the judgment of trusted physicians or authoritative medical guidelines. I take no pleasure in this conclusion, which I reached slowly and reluctantly over my two decades as an editor of The New England Journal of Medicine. — Marcia Angell

Boy and Egg
Every few minutes, he wants
to march the trail of flattened rye grass
back to the house of muttering
hens. He too could make
a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh
it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it
to his ear while the other children
laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him,
so little yet, too forgetful in games,
ready to cry if the ball brushed him,
riveted to the secret of birds
caught up inside his fist,
not ready to give it over
to the refrigerator
or the rest of the day. — Naomi Shihab Nye