Halamadrid Quotes & Sayings

You have celebrities who are pushed to the brink of a public meltdown, and so the public thinks that every person in the public eye has dirty secrets that they're keeping, or isn't what they seem, or is masking it and faking sincerity, faking authenticity, faking being surprised at award shows when you win a Grammy. — Taylor Swift

Your best teacher is your last mistake. — Ralph Nader

My opposition to the Vietnam War. I was the first Hollywood actor to speak out against it. — Robert Vaughn

After years of investigating aging populations, researchers' answer to the question of how much is not much. If all you do is walk several times a week, your brain will benefit. Even — John Medina

Victory in war is apparent to all, but the science of ensuring victory is a mysterious secret, generally unknown. — Sun Tzu

Not threatening - warning. I haven't been hunting it this long and gotten this close to let anyone get in my way and fuck things up. There are two kinds of people in this world, Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost, and those who are walking victims." He pressed his lips to the side of my neck. I felt his tongue where my pulse fluttered, tracing my vein. "You, Ms. Lane, are a victim, a lamb in a city of wolves. I'll give you until nine P.M. tomorrow to get the bloody hell out of this country and out of my way. — Karen Marie Moning

Slavery was the betrayal of the American Promise at the moment that promise was made. — Steve Erickson

And you cannot move at all in Time, you cannot get away from the present moment. — H.G.Wells

I wouldn't sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for a hundred million, trillion, billion dollars! — Paul Reubens

The shops in High Street still have their metal grilles down, blank-eyed and sleeping. My name is scrawled across them all. I'm outside Ajay's newsagent's. I'm on the expensive shutters of the health food store. I'm massive on Handie's furniture shop, King's Chicken Joint and the Barbecue Cafe. I thread the pavement outside the bank and all the way to Mothercare. I've possessed the road and am a glistening circle at the roundabout. — Jenny Downham

Well, what is that to me? I can't see her! she cried. — Leo Tolstoy

I know you are reading this poem
in a room where too much has happened for you to bear
where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed
and the open valise speaks of flight
but you cannot leave yet. — Adrienne Rich