Khatanbaatar Khandsuren Quotes & Sayings

The planet's biggest problems have to do with sustainability, environmental decline, global poverty, disease, conflict and so forth. Really, they're all interconnected - it's one big problem, which is that the way we're doing things can't go on. — Alex Steffen

Anyone whose needs are small seems threatening to the rich, because he's always ready to escape their control. — Nicolas Chamfort

No map? No problem. Let commitment and determination lead the way. — Gina Greenlee

The look in the eyes is something that can be disguised, unless you have seen the same journey — S. Burke

For the warrior of light there are no ends, only means. Life carries him from unknown to unknown. Each moment is filled with this thrilling mystery: the warrior does not know where he came from or where he is going. — Paulo Coelho

So where's my hug. — Suzanne Brockmann

The writhing loathsomeness of the biological order. Old age, sickness, death. No escape for anyone. Even the beautiful ones were like soft fruit about to spoil. And yet somehow people still kept fucking and breeding and popping out new fodder for the grave, producing more and more new beings to suffer like this was some kind of redemptive, or good, or even somehow morally admirable thing: dragging more innocent creatures into the lose-lose game. — Donna Tartt

I certainly don't think we [The Elders organization] are oracles but I would hope that over our lifetimes we have accumulated some useful experience and perhaps even a modicum of wisdom! We don't have all the answers. — Desmond Tutu

Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues. — Will Cotton

I don't want people instructing me what to do with my body; I don't want the government to tell me what I can do in my bedroom, with my body, or with whoever I choose to love. — Tyne Daly

I'm very much in support of the free press, but the free press ought to be educational and informative. And I believe they have fallen down recently on that. — Samuel Dash

The work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
[on James Joyce's Ulysses] — Virginia Woolf