Jon Gomm Quotes & Sayings

When you become a celebrity, the world owns you and your image. — Megan Fox

I think, when God told Moses, "Thou shall not kill," I think God meant, "Thou shall not kill." And within the next one hundred years, we will see that God was right. — William McNamara

Having traveled across America and to 24 counties as the first-ever UN Youth Champion, I'm inspired by the desire of young people everywhere to make the world a better place. At GimmeMo', our goal is to build a global community of enlightened young people - those who wish to be the change they wish to see in the world, to borrow a phrase from Gandhi - and to raise awareness surrounding some of the biggest challenges that Millennials face both in the U.S. and around the world. — Monique Coleman

Art is so subjective, and people can react however they want. — Jennifer Aniston

The Phantom Menace is not a masterpiece, but it's an example of how imagination, craftsmanship, and technological bravura can fashion superior entertainment out of something that is far from flawless. — James Berardinelli

It all goes together," Montana said. "Society wants to sell them things, so it makes them grow up faster. Sexism serves capitalism. — Nancy Jo Sales

The civilized East is immeasurably in advance of any savage tribes; the Greeks and Romans have improved upon the East; the Christian nations have been stricter in their views of the marriage relation than any of the ancients. — Plato

I didn't sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile-- and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence. — Malak El Halabi

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well. — Eric Rickstad