Hollies Band Quotes & Sayings

We did not say: Don't drive. You're drunk. — John Green

Let none of you have a soul which is barren and without fruit. Let nobody be unloving or unreceptive to the spiritual seed. May each of you eagerly accept the celestial seed, the word of salvation (cf. Lk. 8:11), and by your own efforts bring it to perfection as a heavenly work and fruit pleasing to God. Let no one make a beginning of a good work which brings no fruit to perfection (cf. Lk. 8:14), nor declare his faith in Christ only with His tongue. — Gregory Palamas

I will always care for you, even if we're not together and even if we're far, far away. — Tom McNeal

It is five in the morning. I have woken up without any alarm. I have woken up because the thoughts are so loud, and none of them mean me well. — Ned Vizzini

A poet's work consists less in seeking words for his ideas than in seeking ideas for his words and predominant rhythms. — Paul Valery

The family took all the seeds from the garden and then they buried Nokomis there, deeply, wrapped in her blanket with gifts and tobacco for the spirit world. They buried her simply. There was no stone, no grave house, nothing to mark where she lay except the exuberant and drying growth of her garden.
Nokomis had said:
I do not need a marker of my passage, for my creator knows where I am. I do not want anyone to cry. I lived a good life, my hair turned to snow, I saw my great grandchildren, I grew my garden. That is all. — Louise Erdrich

I lift weights four times a week, usually run five days a week. — Jimmie Johnson

I want to be an actress, not a personality. — Jill Clayburgh

I drank from the crisp mountain stream, tasting filtered sky with a mossy undertone. I've never understood how being loved fully could change your entire perspective of the world. I only ever understood the wistfulness of it, and the longing and the frothy, violent bits. The mixed up, rained on parts. The escaped bits that smudge and bleed through. Slowly, I am coming to terms with how vulnerable I am to you, flat on my back like a submissive wolf pup. Daisy petals line your eyelashes, juice of a nectarine flavors your tongue. The side of your mouth twitches, hazy dreamscapes overtaking your mind while we bathe in the glorious autumn devastation. — Taylor Rhodes

The history of the Americas is one of constant warfare over salt, — Mark Kurlansky

You shouldn't even be in a band if you can't play Buddy Holly's Not Fade Away. — John Mellencamp

With love and kindness, grow peace in your mind and then spread it with joy. — Debasish Mridha

You can beat on your chest, hell, any monkey can. — Bruce Springsteen

In its haste to bolster nationalism, in its obsession with security, Europe is losing its soul. — Tariq Ramadan