Jangly Guitars Quotes & Sayings

To everyone who has ever dreamed of flying and to all of you who have flown with me. — Nalini Singh

When I started in film, I was living and working in Asia, and when we did films there, it was so fast. It was much like TV. — Maggie Q

Henke sensed her terrifying aptitude for destruction as never before. Henke had feared for her sanity; now she knew the truth was almost worse than that. Honor wasn't insane - she simply didn't care. She'd lost not only her sense of balance but any desire to regain it. — David Weber

I don't know whether other asthma sufferers find this, but I've noticed that even when I've got my asthma under control, I often develop another problem such as an ear, chest or sinus infection and sometimes even joint pains. — Kevin McCloud

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity. — Angela Carter

I like The Smiths as well. They took a cue from The Buzzcocks. They have jangly guitars instead of distorted guitars. All the Manchester bands have a character about them. The Stone Roses and The Smiths and all that. Even if you don't like them, they have a certain original sound. — Steve Diggle

Don't push her. Let her go at her own speed. Push her and every mule in the county'd be easier to live with. — Harper Lee

There's a powerful sense of reality to our concepts, ... These are vehicles we think people would purchase and drive today. — Bob Lutz

History is the guess of old men, sometimes they get it wrong. — Steven J. Carroll

I'm very observant and very instinctive. In life, you have to have the vulnerability to accept when you are to blame. And I do have that, and I am open enough to say it. — Naomi Campbell

Is our species crazy? Plenty of evidence. — Saul Bellow

Failure
Because God put His adamantine fate
Between my sullen heart and its desire,
I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate,
Rise up, and curse Him on His throne of fire.
Earth shuddered at my crown of blasphemy,
But Love was as a flame about my feet;
Proud up the Golden Stair I strode; and beat
Thrice on the Gate, and entered with a cry
All the great courts were quiet in the sun,
And full of vacant echoes: moss had grown
Over the glassy pavement, and begun
To creep within the dusty council-halls.
An idle wind blew round an empty throne
And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls. — Rupert Brooke

Numeracy isn't a sign of geekiness, but a basic requirement for intelligent discussions of public policy. — Nicholas Kristof