Hamidiye Quotes & Sayings

Life on
Life on the reservation
Life on the reservation is dirty
Life on the reservation is dirty, filthy
Life on the reservation is dirty, filthy dogs.

(Dena Colhoff, student) — Timothy P. McLaughlin

Like most of the movies I have participated in before, it's not a far departure from my actual self. TJ is a Special Forces, hand-to-hand combat expert. He's got a big heart. He has a sense of duty that never ends, whether he is active duty or as you find him in Check Point, retired. — Bill Goldberg

It is the main motivation of humankind to be free, to express our true selves and pursue our dreams without restriction - to experience what may be called Personal Freedom. — Brendon Burchard

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy. — Honore De Balzac

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass. — Anne Michaels

Well if this be order
give me a wheelbarruh of chaos
and a pop bottle full of shook up rattlesnakes — Bob Henry Baber

The truck went on its way in the night and Gedaleh shouted, laughing, If not this way, how? And if not now, when? — Primo Levi

Samson's grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves were never calmer, and his mind was never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse's steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing, like a staccato symphony. His mind unfurled its stressed tethers with the smooth action of Samson at full speed. — Jenn LeBlanc

San Narciso was a name; an incident among our climatic records of dreams and what dreams became among our accumulated daylight, a moment's squall-line or tornado's touchdown among the higher, more continental solemnities - storm-systems of group suffering and need, prevailing winds of affluence. There was the true continuity, San Narciso had no boundaries. No one knew yet how to draw them. She had dedicated herself, weeks ago, to making sense of what Inverarity had left behind, never suspecting that the legacy was America. — Thomas Pynchon