Insecto Hoja Quotes & Sayings

Heaven would be a comfortable chair, a library, Diet Coke, and an occasional cheese pizza. Sex once in a while. No talking. ~ Drew Stirling — Jayden Hunter

Evolution under uniform conditions pleased every one
except curates and bishops; it was the very best substitute for religion; a safe, conservative, practical, thoroughly Common-Law deity. — Henry Adams

Seems like sometimes life gives you what you need instead of what you want, if you know what I mean — Karen McQuestion

Everyone's face is odd, because we only get one. — Benny Bellamacina

Everyone has challenges and lessons to learn - we wouldn't be who we are without them. — Sean Combs

If someone is a lesbian, it's man's fault. — Alexander Lukashenko

It's only ... when we're stripped of purpose that we know who we are. — Samuel R. Delany

Profits should be for a purpose. Profits should be productive. You should make money for producing benefits that make the world a better place. Making money is a good thing when it is made in service to humanity or the democracy. — Andrew Young

Coming through the years, and finding that I not only have just the fans of my day, but the young ones of today - that's what it means, it means it was worth all of it. — Ella Fitzgerald

I have family in Italy that my mother keeps in contact with, but I don't because I don't speak Italian. — Pauly D

She was regal as a queen. Eager as a child. Proud as a cat. And she was like none of those things. Nothing like them. Not in the least little bit. — Patrick Rothfuss

Important thing is to show up for herself - over and over again - and keep on going. — Florence Falk

What I say should always be prefaced with this: I'm not really politically articulate. I just try to be like Thomas Paine: what is common sense? So when I say these things to you, I am speaking from a humanist point of view. I just look around and see what's wrong. — Patti Smith

Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air. And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope. — Rainer Maria Rilke