Hawaiian Shaka Quotes & Sayings

I've done some stinkers in the cinema. You can't regret it; there are always reasons for doing something, even if it's just the location. — John Hurt

If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for. — Nicholas Sparks

Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues. — Moses Ibn Ezra

I think they want to keep it separate, but I've never been a crossover artist for some reason. — Reba McEntire

We need to have a taste factor in our life. It isn't about what's popular; it's about what's really good. — Robbie Robertson

broke a few speed laws, but if a cop doesn't see you, is it really illegal? That is the million-dollar question. — Alycia Taylor

The human society is the extension of the individual. Therefore, if we really want a radical change, if we want a better world, we need to change individually. — Samael Aun Weor

Jimi on the box, thirty stories up, everything immediate, yet distanced. Jimi's chords locked in aerial dogfights, gliding, riding, sliding, hiding, belligerent bursts, hallucinogenic, a head-warping face-wiping mind melt, chords live dive bombers screaming in for the kill, scintillating, serrated chords shot through with arc-light shrieks of staccato mayhem, as immediate and horrific as the firefight racketing away this very second below our red and puffy eyes; chords that hang in the air like the retinal reflection of an eerie afterburn, the stars displaced and the smell of a world that burned. Overhead, night birds flying, Huey, Apache, Chinook, whooshing with murderous potential. And over everything - every apocalyptic bang, boom, and rattle - Jimi, bleating like Braxton and bonding with the bombast. — Roger Steffens

The only time a dog gets complimented is when he doesn't do anything. — Charles M. Schulz

Children have a remarkable talent for not taking the adult world with the kind of respect we are so confident it ought to be given. To the irritation of authority figures of all sorts, children expend considerable energy in "clowning around." They refuse to appreciate the gravity of our monumental concerns, while we forget that if we were to become more like children our concerns might not be so monumental. — Conrad Hyers

Once again, the point of this discussion is not to accuse Christians of endorsing torture and persecution. Of course most devout Christians today are thoroughly tolerant and humane people. Even those who thunder from televised pulpits do not call for burning heretics alive or hoisting Jews on the strappado. The question is why they don't, given that their beliefs imply that it would serve the greater good. The answer is that people in the West today compartmentalize their religious ideology. When they affirm their faith in houses of worship, they profess beliefs that have barely changed in two thousand years. But when it comes to their actions, they respect modern norms of nonviolence and toleration, a benevolent hypocrisy for which we should all be grateful. — Steven Pinker

A great marriage is when two full grown adults feel safe and vulnerable enough to allow the little children within themselves to come out of their respective houses and talk and play with one another. If — Raymond Force

I nod and tap my fingers against my knees. "What to do with a girlfriend while I work my hours at the TOG. Hmm ... Can I really do this? Will I be able to pull it off? Will she be able to read at the snack bar tables without losing her mind," I mumble.
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
"Yes. Bad habit. Does it bother you?" I walk back over to her side of the small stage.
"No. It's interesting. I hate people knowing my thoughts. But yours just fall out of your head so easily." She shrugs.
"I never thought of it like that ... but you're my girlfriend now ... so who cares if you know what I think?"
Her cheeks turn pink, and I laugh. — Anne Eliot

She clapped the heels of her shoes together three times, saying: "Take me home to Aunt Em!" Instantly — L. Frank Baum