Happy Birthday Janice Quotes & Sayings

You know, I would say that songwriting is something about the expression of the heart, the intellect and the soul. — Annie Lennox

I'm the Pawn of chess game, whose aim is not to protect the King only but to become the Conqueror. — Samar Sudha

It's so critical for people frustrated with the economy, with changing tides in government, who aren't able to hear their voices, questions or their ills being talked about, to have a place for discussing what others won't. — George Noory

By the time I got home, it was after two o'clock in the morning. The — Jim Butcher

Disperse the sorrow of my sadden'd mind
O Lord, help me some blessed peace to find! — Timothy Salter

Take a trip in my mind
see all that I've seen,
and you'd be called a
beast, not a human being ...
Fuck it, cause there's
not much I can do,
there's no way out, my
screams have no voice no
matter how loud I shout ...
I could be called a
low life, but life ain't
as low as me. I'm
in juvenile hall headed
for the penitentiary.
George Trevino, sixteen, Who Am I? — Edward Humes

It's a half-moon tonight and it's shinin' half-bright as if the sky could understand the way I feel inside-Half of me is livin' half a world from here, half of me is dyin', cryin' one lonely tear silently in the half-moon light Sparrow. Nothing will be completely right until you're with me. — Willow Aster

I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic. — Joey Comeau

I remember her eyes. The eyes of Gutete Emerita. — Alfredo Jaar

I just felt from personal observation that there is nothing more dislocated or alienated than a lifelong military person trying to cope in civilian life. It's like two completely separate planets. — Lee Child

I'm not intellectually convinced that one-man, one-vote is the best. We practise it because that's what the British bequeathed us — Lee Kuan Yew

The door opened after a few moments. Sherlock was looking slightly upwards, expecting Amyus Crowe to be standing inside the doorway, and for a moment he was confused by the empty space. His gaze droped, and he felt his heart stutter as it came to rest on the face of a girl at the same level as his own. Her cloths were dark, and in the shadows of the hall her face seemed to be floating in mid-air. — Andy Lane

On one occasion Barth invited a student to contribute an essay to the journal. The student was Max Lackmann, who was only twenty-four years old at the time. The essay, "Lord, Where Shall We Go?" appeared in the summer of 1934 and clearly drew a line between faithfulness to God's word and faithfulness to the Nazi state. — Dean G. Stroud

She didn't just walk on the wild side,
she lived there, dancing in the streets
and setting fire to its sky. — J. Iron Word