Maino Rapper Quotes & Sayings

The body tries to stop the mind from killing itself, no matter the cost. It is only the lack of strength, the fatigue that lets the jumpers fall at last. — Thomm Quackenbush

Let every man teach his son, teach his daughter, that labor is honorable. — Robert Green Ingersoll

It was easier to live in a truth than a lie. — Cassandra Clare

I'll go for God, country, and my baby. Sure, as these teardrops burn, I promise to return, and when I'm home, I'll cling to the arms of my baby. — Johnny Burnette

I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind'
the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl. — Elizabeth Gilbert

As is so often the case with a legend, every incident has two possible interpretations, the plausible and the one that is molded to suit the making of the myth. Man is a romantic at heart and will always put aside dull, plodding reason for the excitement of an enigma. As Doc had pointed out, mystery, not logic, is what gives us hope and keeps us believing in a force greater than our own insignificance. — Bryce Courtenay

I cling to our love like saran wrap on leftovers. If you want to know when dinner will be ready, the answer is last night. We could make love, or we could simply reheat what we already had. — Jarod Kintz

I remember the $0.05 hamburger and a $0.40-per-hour minimum wage, so I've seen a tremendous amount of inflation in my lifetime. Did it ruin the investment climate? I think not. — Charlie Munger

1926 was the most significant year. Looking back, it seems that it was not just a year in the sense of time. It was a year of great realisation or awareness. It seems to me that at certain times of the history of man, the understanding of certain situations ripens. — Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe

I think there are just as many assholes meeting the old-fashioned way as there are meeting in the new hookup culture. — Madonna Ciccone

For even more "sizzle," instead of simply leading the goats out to graze as we usually did, I raced out in front of them, hollering an improvisational goat call that made me sound like a yodeling hillbilly. I turned back toward the barn and aw that the goats had stayed back, huddled together in fear in the barn doorway. They obviously preferred to skip dinner rather than get too close to the retard scarecrow suffering a grand mal seizure.

~The Bocolic Plauge, by Josh Kilmer-Purcell (2010), P. 214-215 — Josh Kilmer-Purcell

If you have the indecency to steal my book, at least have the decency to write a review. — Grea Alexander