Macierze Quotes & Sayings

I can't learn nothing from listening to me. That's something I already know. — Buddy Guy

My life is not packaged,
Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jagged
Edges that cut even my friends. — Walter Dean Myers

I am not in jail. There is no jail. — Charles Manson

One time, just passing by, I happened to see Jack White from the White Stripes. I'm a huge White Stripes fan, and I did a whole 180. It was like my jaw hit the ground. — Reid Scott

Knowledge about the economy, ideas about capitalism and government, the future of the world and geopolitics were things I was never really interested in. — Shia Labeouf

Your name is Rain, isn't it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can't you? — Gregory Maguire

I don't make excuses, so don't make excuses for me. When I'm being an ass, it's because I have one. — Donna Lynn Hope

Some people have a team of ten people - Waste of money, waste of time. I do it on my own when I'm in the ring. — Carl Froch

Wash your dirty dishes like you are washing the infant Jesus. — Jack Kerouac

Would you rather pay the extra charge or die? — Wesley Chu

For Hillary, gangsterism is not merely a matter of means; it is also her end. Hillary wants to be the crime boss of America. That is the only way to satisfy her unquenchable desire for money, power, and social control. As we will see in this book, Hillary is a criminal who found the criminal practices of Saul Alinsky to be too weak-kneed for her taste, and Alinsky was a gangster who found the criminal practices of the Al Capone gang to be a tad sentimental. In short, Hillary is the true Democrat, the gangster par excellence. I suspect this is why the Democratic establishment lined up so quickly behind her. While the Republicans had a real primary, hotly contested, the Democrats had a primary in which Bernie seemed to win again and again but never seemed to make a dent in Hillary's lead. That's because the Democratic super-delegates were uniformly in her camp, even though there was throughout the campaign the risk that she would be indicted. — Dinesh D'Souza

What we love is too much in the past, consists too much in the time that we have spent together for us to require the whole woman; we wish only to be sure that it is she, not to be mistaken as to her identity, a thing far more important than beauty to those who are in love; her cheeks may grow hollow, her body thin, even to those who were originally most proud, in the eyes of the world, of their domination over beauty, that little tip of a nose, that sign in which is summed up the permanent personality of a woman, that algebraical formula, that constant, is sufficient to prevent a man who is courted in the highest society and is in love with her from being free upon a single evening because he is spending his evenings in brushing and entangling, until it is time to go to bed, the hair of the woman whom he loves, or simply in staying by her side, so that he may be with her or she with him, or merely that she may not be with other people. — Marcel Proust

I am now no more than a pile of blood, bone and meat that is unhappy. — J.M. Coetzee

There are faces which charge with a meaning and pathos not belonging to the single human soul that flutters beneath them, but speaking the joys and sorrows of foregone generations -- eyes that tell of deep love which doubtless has been and is somewhere, but not paired with these eyes -- perhaps paired with pale eyes that can say nothing; just as a national language may be instinct with poetry unfelt by the lips that use it. — George Eliot