Liangs Chinese Quotes & Sayings

Smoking marijuana - or most everybody who smokes marijuana deals it in small amounts to their friends, innocently enough. I think it's innocently enough. — George Jung

It doesn't take long to sum up the major theses of most popular music: he loves me; he left me; I need him; I needed him, but now I need his best friend. Rather limited scope. — Holly Near

O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer! - "WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS" BY JOSEPH SCRIVEN — Cheri Fuller

A woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud. — Fernand Dumont

I'm not tied to any particular political line. — John Hewson

When the private does well, there's revenue for the public sector. — Jim Talent

If I was married with ten kids, I wouldn't be talking on the phone with you. I'd be shooting myself in the fucking head. — Joanna Wylde

The End of World War One
Out of the scraped surface of the land
men began to emerge, like puppies
from the slit of their dam. Up from the trenches
they came out upon the pitted, raw earth
wobbling as if new-born.
They could not believe they would be allowed to live,
the orders had come down: no more killing.
They approached the enemy, holding out chocolate
and cigarettes. They shook hands, exchanged
souvenirs
mess-kits, neckerchiefs.
Some even embraced, while in London
total strangers copulated
in doorways and on the pavement, in the ecstasy
of being reprieved. Nine months later,
like men emerging from the trenches, first the head,
then the body, there were lifted, newborn, from these mothers,
the soldiers of World War Two. — Sharon Olds

We're all sons and daughters of God, and therefore in a very literal sense, brothers and sisters. And we ought to treat each other that way. — Gordon B. Hinckley

Buddha was speaking about reality. Reality may be one, in its deepest essence, but Buddha also stated that all propositions about reality are only contingent. — Dalai Lama

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one. — William Shakespeare

I watched Kenneth's face like a writer. — J.D. Salinger

Long after you have reached the end of your natural span, part of you will dwell within me . . . as I shall be in you to the last of your days and even after. — Bruce Lee Bond