Kwento Ng Quotes & Sayings

Instead of being a student of a (given) field, I would like you to be the field. — Jacob Barnett

I'm not going to hurt anybody other than that dick who keeps writing songs about me. — Courtney Love

He wasn't here to satisfy my idle curiosities. And it held its own fascinations: a man who talked like an innocent and fucked like a sybarite. — Alexis Hall

Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death
in a cesspool. — Charles Bukowski

I am responsible for what I believe and, I might add, for what I refuse to believe, because the content of what I do or do not believe makes a tremendous difference to what I become and how I act. — J.P. Moreland

Comfort is a stance of avoidance rather than the pursuit of excellence. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

I'd rather live in Nebraska than Washington. — Dave Heineman

State authority can never be an end in itself; for, if that were so, any kind of tyranny would be inviolable and sacred. If a government uses the instruments of power in its hands for the purpose of leading a people to ruin, then rebellion is not only the right but also the duty of every individual citizen. — Adolf Hitler

People are like that. They can only give you what they have inside. So if this Sydelle character is giving you so much trouble, it's because she's nothing but trouble on the inside. She's just delivering what's in her heart into the universe. — Jennifer Weiner

They say you were something in those formative years. — Tori Amos

There was a lot more music than the size of the place would indicate. — Bruce Cockburn

Clever people have been pointing out for a long time that happiness is like good health: when it's there, you don't notice it. But when the years have passed, how you do remember happiness, oh, how you do remember it! — Mikhail Bulgakov