Kill Steal Destory Quotes & Sayings

When a bee stings, she dies. She cannot sting and live. When men sting, their better selves die. Every sting kills a better instinct. Men must not turn bees and kill themselves in stinging others. — Francis Bacon

I knew everything! Yet, I'm still not perfect. — Kent Ian N. Cny

A doable goal for me is to finish a marathon under four hours. I'm doing all the training, but the hardest part is eating right. — Sean Astin

Construct your life plans before satan attempts to destruct you with his death plots. I know this for sure; he is not in to heal! He just came to kill, to steal and destroy! Satan is not wise, it is only crafty! — Israelmore Ayivor

Once, Jodorowsky fired George Harrison from acting in The Holy Mountain because he'd backed out of the scene "when the thief shows his asshole and there is a hippopotamus." Jodorowsky pleaded, "It would be a big, big lesson for humanity if you could finish with your ego and show your asshole!" but Harrison said no. — Anonymous

You could make it a singleton too, but friends don't let friends create singletons. — Robert Nystrom

Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child. — Terry Pratchett

Should we not begin to redefine patriotism? We need to expand it beyond that narrow nationalism which has caused so much death and suffering. If national boundaries should not be obstacles to trade-we call it globalization-should they also not be obstacles to compassion and generosity? — Howard Zinn

Being really good at something you shouldn't be doing doesn't make it any better," Mom said.
"It's a history class," I said, "and serial killers are a part of history. So are wars and racism and genocide. I guess I forgot to sign up for the 'happy stuff only' history class, sorry about that. — Dan Wells

Age, habits of business and experience have modified many characters. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Yeah. That boy over there. He's my friend.'
My gaze followed his pointing finger toward a little boy wearing a stuffed steering wheel attached around his waist and running around a racetrack laid out on the floor.
'Oh, yeah? What's his name?'
'I don't know.' Simon shrugged, unconcerned, and headed back to the playground.
I watched him leap right into the game with a friend whose name didn't matter. — Megan Hart