Heatless Overnight Quotes & Sayings

I did come up with the term "sack" to describe the devastation I was bringing on the poor, cringing quarterbacks in the NFL. "Sack the quarterback." That was nice. I thought it was lots better than saying, "Jones tackles the QB behind the line for another loss of yardage ... " It had a ring to it, and it caught on with the sports writers. But I tell you, doing it was a lot more fun than talking about it. — Deacon Jones

There is a very pervasive web of falsehoods that the dreamer must wake from in order to start on her path. These are the lies of the mad world, the system of delusion maintained by human drama and ignorance. — Carolyn Elliott

Memory, perhaps, should have no physical shape. — Dave Eggers

Cause I haven't got time for the pain — Anonymous

We're so afraid of death in our culture, but I think if we understand it better, then we'll appreciate the life we have more. — Naomi Watts

You must laugh in the face of adversity. In the end, humor is the greatest weapon against the pain. The — K. Hollan Van Zandt

You can't hate Britney Spears because, you know what, no matter what Britney Spears been doing, she's still on TV. — T-Pain

Calmness of mind helps us reach the pinnacles of success! — Avijeet Das

Virtue is as little to be acquired by learning as genius; nay, the idea is barren, and is only to be employed as an instrument, in the same way as genius in respect to art. It would be as foolish to expect that our moral and ethical systems would turn out virtuous, noble, and holy beings, as that our aesthetic systems would produce poets, painters, and musicians. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more - O, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core. — John Keats

Funerals often inspired me to consider the lives and the deaths of people who were close to me. And, in the repose of contemplation, my heart grew still. The more distant my connection with the deceased, the more I felt moved to go to the cemetery, accompanied by my own memories, to burn incense and press my palms together in devotion to those memories. So it was that as a youth, my decorous behavior at the funerals of strangers was never feigned; rather, it was a manifestation of the capacity of sadness I had within myself."
-from "The Master of Funerals — Yasunari Kawabata