Imam Mahdi Birthday Quotes & Sayings

The mission of DNA is to evolve nervous systems able to escape from the doomed planet and contact manifestations of the same amino-acid seeding that have evolved in other solar systems. The mission is the message
to escape and come home. — Timothy Leary

How can you not care?"
"Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page. — Cassandra Clare

Thou art an eagle, thou doest belong to the sky and not to the earth, stretch forth thy wings and fly. — Paul H. Dunn

You must build your House of Parliament on the river: so ... that the populace cannot exact their demands by sitting down round you. — Duke Of Wellington

When 'MADtv' got cancelled, I didn't work at all - for three years. — Bobby Lee

I function better when my back is to the wall. — Bernard Hopkins

What age is a black boy when he learns he's scary? — Jonathan Lethem

While no man in his right mind would advocate sending our ground forces into continental China, and such was never given a thought, the new situation did urgently demand a drastic revision of strategic planning if our political aim was to defeat this new enemy as we had defeated the old. — Douglas MacArthur

Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities. — Paul Eldridge

I would like somebody to be hated more than I am. — Dionysius I Of Syracuse

All love is immortal. — Shannon A. Thompson

My test for writing is always, is this fun or does it feel like a job? Is it moving me? Or am I just fulfilling my own expectations - or even worse, somebody else's? — Jonathan Safran Foer

Your hair is still wet! — Justin Bieber

If my life was pulled into the pages of a book, there would be coffee stains and wrinkles along the lines of that narrative. Because all I can wish is that the book of my life would be well read and well loved. Living within words and the sound of writing. — F.K. Preston

Then I catch myself and listlessly wonder again for which of my sins I am being punished. I am sick to death of this wound that will not close; of how my babyish heart mistakes any simple kindness from a woman for a breadcrumb trail leading to the soft love of a mother or the fond approval of a grandmother. I am tired of carrying this dull orphan-pain, for though it has lost its power to surprise, every season it still reaps its harvest of hurt. — Hope Jahren