Iosif Stalin Quotes & Sayings
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I don't need drugs. I am drugs. — Salvador Dali
Only the shallowest person believes that they can attain true happiness by maximizing their wealth at any cost. In absence of morality, ethics, and a sustainable philosophy to guide us in an ethical search for happiness, we will always perceive life's random countervailing forces of adversity and unpleasantness as inflicting a great personal injustice upon us. Through application of a deeply embedded personal philosophy, we can push back against the negative implications of a life of suffering. We can use a philosophical stance to gain the perspective needed to say 'yes' to all of life, both its rosy path of ineffable joys and a blackened trail of tears. We must learn to accept life as it truly is and not waste precious time in wistfulness. — Kilroy J. Oldster
Surely people should eventually cease to be surprised at anything? And yet they continue to be. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Remember that you were born with only love and hope; never abandon hope. — Debasish Mridha
People cry, not because they are weak. It is because they've been strong for too long. — Johnny Depp
They were probably scared of him and so they did what boys do around any object of fear: they went up close, pointed a finger, gave it a nickname, and masked their terror with roaring laughter. — Carsten Jensen
This year, everything is going to be different. No one in Fischer Hall is going to die this year. Not even accidentally."
"How are you going to manage that?" Coop asks, gnawing on a Chinese sparerib. "Bubble wrap all your residents? — Meg Cabot
Shall I check into convenient spots to bury a body?'
'You never know when a nice soft piece of ground may be useful. — Claudia J. Edwards
The ox suffers, the cart complains. — Victor Hugo
I'm a writer. Now I've started to be on television. I have a big mouth. And I have good TV teeth, they say. — Steven Cojocaru
Later, while my mother reclines, angry and exhausted, I recede into primal speculation. What kind of being is this? Is big John Cairncross our envoy to the future, the form of a man to end wars, rapine and enslavement and stand equal and caring with the women of the world? Or will he be trampled into oblivion by brutes? We shall find out. — Ian McEwan