Kortendicks Quotes & Sayings

When you come to Montgomery, you see fifty-nine monuments and memorials, all about the Civil War, all about Confederate leaders and generals. We have lionized these people, and we have romanticized their courage and their commitment and their tenacity, and we have completely eliminated the reality that created the Civil War. — Bryan Stevenson

If God is real, I think he might be some kind of masochist. I imagine he sits there up on his cloud, long white robes flowing, drinking a forty of Mickey's and smoking a Winston as he flips me the bird and plans what he'll do next to piss me off. — T.J. Klune

Beauty is the love that we devote to an object. — Paul Serusier

Love is such an arbitrary thing. I love my mom. I love pancakes. — Doug Stanhope

Karen wasn't hard, she was soft, too soft. A soft touch. Her hair was soft, her smile was soft, her voice was soft. She was so soft there was no resistance. Hard things sank into her, they went right through her, and if she made a real effort, out the other side. Then she didn't have to see them or hear them, or even touch them. — Margaret Atwood

Most people who call themselves conservatives can't explain the American value system. — Dennis Prager

I want to repeat myself, Mrs. Boisgointier. These are not my children but I thank you as if they were. I will pray for your safety and your ability to assure theirs. Whatever happens, the world will remember you. — Cecile Kaufer

If it true that perception is reality, then what is shown on TV is that part of the collective consciousness known as Public Knowledge, that is, the fragment of reality which the mass of people acknowledge to be true. — Jennifer Stone

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils. — John Dryden

As I go under, I wonder if there's a reason for art? — Kelli Russell Agodon

We are not doing celebrity, personality, abusive politics - we are doing ideas. This is about hope. — Jeremy Corbyn

But I don't think of you. — Ayn Rand

It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare, you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare."
"And what is that nightmare, Craig?"
"Life. — Ned Vizzini

Fifth grade is probably pretty rocky for lots of kids. Homework. Never being quite sure if you're cool enough. Clothes. Parents. Wanting to play with toys and wanting to be grown up all at the same time. Underarm odor. I guess I have all that, plus about a million different layers of other stuff to deal with. Making people understand what I want. Worrying about what I look like. Fitting in. Will a boy ever like me? Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all. — Sharon M. Draper

But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn't deserve it."
None of them were smiling anymore. "Holy gods," Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats.
Celaena resumed eating. She didn't feel like talking to them after that. — Sarah J. Maas