Heartly Quotes & Sayings

I just want to do my best, to be as close to the top as I can, and to get the maximum out of the car. — Pastor Maldonado

So I think I am making a bargain with death; I am cheating. I am living more than one life — Martin Bergmann

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs. — Shane Koyczan

Your life is a screenplay, you must be the author; direct and make it a success. — Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

Jade Dragon will go. — Richard Paul Evans

Wherefore should I not offer my congratulations? But the very fact of them being Sayyids, those fountains of felicity, demands heartly exertions in support of Islam and their ancestor Muhammad the Lord of Apostles. Let two Kaftans of honor for the two brothers be issued from my wardrobe and let them be sent with two swords, jewel-hilted and provided with pearl mounted belts, let Jamdat-ul-Mulk write much praise and congratulations when sending these presents. — Aurangzeb

I don't want my marriage or my guns registered in Washington. And if people have an opinion, it's a religious opinion that is heartly felt, obviously they should be allowed to practice that, and no government should interfere with them. — Rand Paul

When he wins the battle, the Warrior celebrates. — Paulo Coelho

When I went to jail, reality hit so hard that it took my breath away, took my stance away, took my strength away. I was there buck naked, humiliated, sitting in my own crap and urine - this is a metaphor. My ego had run off. Your ego is the biggest coward. — Tim Allen

A shot is only as every as good as how well it tells the story. — Simon Baker

A third of all Americans think that Saddam Hussein was behind the attacks on September 11.3 Nearly a quarter still think that there's no solid evidence that smoking kills.4 And as recently as 2007, 40 percent of Americans believed that scientific experts were still arguing about the reality of global warming.5 — Naomi Oreskes

Netherton was watching the intricate texture of her bustier, which resembled a microminiature model of some Victorian cast-iron station roof, its countless tiny panes filmed as by the coal smoke of fingerling locomotives, yet flexing as she breathed and spoke. — William Gibson