Katliam Gecesi Quotes & Sayings

But I'm afraid you have it backward. It is better to live on one's feet than die on one's knees. That is the way the saying goes. — Joseph Heller

I'm a car guy! I have a Ford Escape with Ecoboost for most days. On other days I love to drive my 356A, my early 911, or my '72 Dino GT. It all depends on my mood, what road, how far, and who's with me. — Freeman Thomas

None of us are bigger than the WWE. It will always continue to go on, and I will always be a part of it. — Triple H

For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me. — William Blake

It's great that after 700 years William Wallace has finally had a proper burial. He did so much for the country. You should be proud of what you have achieved through devolution. — Mel Gibson

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me — George Michael

Actually, I used to be a busboy in a strip joint in New York and so I hate strip joints. I'm not that kind of person. — Zach Galifianakis

It's always wrong of course to say that you can't do this or you can't do that in fiction. You can do anything you can get away with, but nobody has ever gotten away with much. — Flannery O'Connor

When we removed your son, we replaced him with nothing! — Julius Malema

There are major advantages to remaining out of the radio for a long time before we have something that crosses into the mainstream properly. — Andrew Wyatt

Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind. — Chloe Thurlow

This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it. — Henry David Thoreau

Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad ... mathematicians go mad. — G.K. Chesterton

Abortion is profoundly anti-women. — Mother Teresa

After slipping on a negligee and making herself comfortable on the lounge, she became conscious that she was miserable and that the tears were rolling down her cheeks. She wondered if they were the tears of self-pity, and tried resolutely not to cry, but this existence without hope, without happiness, oppressed her, and she kept shaking her head from side to side, her mouth drawn down tremulously in the corners, as though she were denying the assertion made by some one, somewhere. She did not know that this gesture of hers was years older than history, that, for a hundred generations of men, intolerable and persistent grief has offered that gesture, of denial, of protest, of bewilderment, to something more profound, more powerful than the God made in the image of man, and before which that God, did he exist, would be equally impotent. It is a truth set at the heart of tragedy that this force never explains, never answers - this force intangible as air, more definite than death. — F Scott Fitzgerald