Livinus Manyanga Quotes & Sayings

A living man can be enslaved and reduced to the historic condition of an object. But if he dies in refusing to be enslaved, he reaffirms the existence of another kind of human nature which refuses to be classified as an object. — Albert Camus

There are over 500,000 registered sex offenders across the country, and statistics have shown that the recidivism rate for those criminals is high. — Jim Sensenbrenner

Under star-dark seas and skies of gold
Live those Above and those Below
They sing and weep, both high and deep
While over and under the ocean rolls — Ally Condie

Well, I write in exile because I cannot return to my country, so I have no choice but to see myself as an exiled writer. — Guillermo Cabrera Infante

As long as people overlook matters, then inferiors can, without any fear, lead an easy and peaceful life. — Yamamoto Tsunetomo

Will pushed his hands through his damp hair. "Oh, yes," he said bitterly. "Perhaps in some other life, beyond this one, when we have passed beyond the river, or turned upon the Wheel, or whatever kind words you want to use to describe leaving this world, I shall find my friend again, my parabatai. But I have lost you now - now, when I need you more than I ever did! — Cassandra Clare

An organization belongs on a sick list when promotion becomes more important to its people than accomplishment of their job they are in. It is sick when it is more concerned with avoiding mistakes than with taking risks, with counteracting the weaknesses of its members than with building on their strength. But it is sick also when "good human relations" become more important than performance and achievement. — Peter Drucker

Crime Squad would have been great if it weren't for the murders. Murders were shit. Murders meant long hours, writing reports, endless meetings and loads of stressed-out people. But at least they got free food from the cafeteria when they worked overtime. — Jo Nesbo

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again. — Beatrix Potter