Kontuse Quotes & Sayings

The deployment of geolocating tags attached to ordinary garbage could paint a surprising picture of the waste management system, as trash is shipped throughout the country in a maze-like disposal process - as we saw in Seattle with our own Trash Track project. — Carlo Ratti

I'm 37, please don't make me go to Brooklyn. — LIZ

Christian faith is as dead as Jesus. — Gerd Ludemann

Survival strategy. If you're not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee's like bait for the beasts. — Rachel Vincent

The Republic cured me of the Republic. — Barbara W. Tuchman

We are all same, inside our homes! — Jasleen Kaur Gumber

I tell people: 'Do what you love, but it can also be hard to know what you love early on. But when you think about it and you describe the options, which one gets you a little more excited?' — Brad D. Smith

My presidency is not over. I've got another five years coming up. — Barack Obama

Jesus treats patriarchy the way he treats much else of the law and custom of his time: ambiguously, suggestively, and sometimes subversively, but never immediately revolutionarily outside the central matter of his own mission and person ... The main scandal of Jesus' career is properly JESUS - not Jesus and feminism, or Jesus and the abolition of slavery, or Jesus and Jewish emancipation, or Jesus and anything else. Those other causes are good, and they are implicit in Jesus' ministry. But they are incipient at best, and Jesus' accommodation to these various social distinctions needs to be acknowledged and then accounted for in one's paradigm regarding gender. — John G. Stackhouse Jr.

Sugar Ray Robinson was probably the greatest pound-for-pound fighter of all time. — Sugar Ray Leonard

America is a young country, young and brash and prone to errors. Like teenagers. For all our inherent goodness, we've been cursed with bright, shiny object disease and we don't want a cure. Not now. Not till we get our little taste, till our kids get theirs. — Heather Choate Davis

We must wake ourselves up! Or somebody else will take our place, and bear our cross, and thereby rob us of our crown. — William Booth

And thus they plod in sluggish misery,
Rotting from sire to son, and age to age,
Proud of their trampled nature, and so die,
Bequeathing their hereditary rage
To the new race of inborn slaves, who wage
War for their chains, and rather than be free,
Bleed gladiator-like, and still engage
Within the same arena where they see
Their fellows fall before, like leaves of the same tree. — George Gordon Byron