Holden Mo Quotes & Sayings

I just find my creativity manifesting a bunch of different ways. — Jeff Bridges

I realize that my life is not the common ordinary person. — Buzz Aldrin

You cannot do justice to the dead. When we talk about doing justice to the dead we are talking about retribution for the harm done to them. But retribution and justice are two different things. — William Shawcross

He found a formula for drawing comic rabbits:
This formula for drawing comic rabbits paid.
Till in the end he could not change the tragic habits
This formula for drawing comic rabbits made. — Robert Graves

Sometimes when I see someone who's a spirit of justice ... I feel like I want to destroy them! — Gen Urobuchi

Oh, to be laughed at when I have the courage to speak my heart. I don't want to live in a world like this."
-from "Diary of My Sixteenth Year — Yasunari Kawabata

Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. — Alexandre Dumas

And the scary hairy vaginas in vacuum sealed packages!" "And the pee-in-your-ass-douches! — Lucian Bane

Every account of a higher power that I've seen described, of all religions that I've seen, include many statements with regard to the benevolence of that power. When I look at the universe and all the ways the universe wants to kill us, I find it hard to reconcile that with statements of beneficence. — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Jars neither of wine nor of water shall fail in the houses of the rich. — Aeschylus

I mean, they call it Stockholm Syndrome and post traumatic stress disorder. And, you know, I had no free will. I had virtually no free will until I was separated from them for about two weeks. — Patty Hearst

All knowledge is in response to a question. If there were no question, there would be no scientific knowledge. Nothing proceeds from itself. — Gaston Bachelard

The red hands had stopped at four-twenty-seven. He wondered what day they had stopped. As he descended the stairs with his armful of books, he wondered at just what moment the clock stopped. Had it been morning or night? Was it raining or shining? Was anyone there when it stopped? — Richard Matheson