Magomet Ansarov Quotes & Sayings

I'm yet to discover any form of theocracy that isn't homophobic, that isn't bigoted to the out group. — Maajid Nawaz

The lips on my upper right bicep are my girlfriend's lips. She has the most amazing lips, and I wanted to carry them around with me everywhere I go, considering I can't carry her lips physically with me. So I decided to place them in a discreet location, such as the inside part of my bicep. — Jake Owen

Even the simple act that we call "going to visit a person of our acquaintance" is in part an intellectual act. We fill the physical appearance of the person we see with all the notions we have about him, and in the totality of our impressions about him, these notions play the most important role. — Marcel Proust

My uniqueness reveals something of Christ that no one else does. — Mike Glenn

The first goal is for the clinician to find the patient, and the patient to find the clinician, as both are required for a real alliance. — Leston Havens

It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you. — Lady Bird Johnson

Isn't there such a thing as social liberation?" "Of course there is," said the Master. "How would you describe it?" "Liberation from the need to belong to the herd. — Anthony De Mello

I thought you were makin' small talk about the weather."
"When have I ever made small talk with you?"
"When we first met."
"No, I made small talk with Bessie, your shotgun, until you removed her double barrels from my kisser."
Violet and a typical conversation with Harvey — Ann Charles

Brighter shades of blue and red than he had ever seen. The — Brandon Mull

Paranoia, the destroyer. — Ray Davies

On Loyalty:
Loyalty is warranted only when it's been earned.
Misplacing loyalty is like signing blank checks. — Kalifer Deil

Down deep in His innermost soul Christ carried an inexhaustible treasury of refined and heavenly joy. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of bone, was the baby, its arms all but clasped about its neck, its face aslant upon its arms, hair painted upon its skull, closed, secret eyes, a diver poised in albumen, ancient and epic, shot with delicate spasms, as old as Pharaoh in its tomb. — Enid Bagnold

I've been a Yankees fan for a long time. When I was a kid in the mid-'70s, the Yankees were really great. They had Reggie Jackson in '77. I was 8 years old at the time. He hit three home runs to win the World Series in game six against the Dodgers, and I was just hooked. — James Gray