Malcolm X Logo Quotes & Sayings

Have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ... — John Geddes

Our internal life and external actions are steered by biological coctails to which we have neither immediate access nor direct acquaintance. — David Eagleman

Shit is disgusting and horrible. A lot of people and things are disgusting and horrible, and I want to be a nice person, and I am. When you are speaking about rejected people whose suffering makes them disgusting, you are speaking about shit. I do not mean that we should all eat shit and love what we can't help rejecting. I am saying that I tried to do that, just to see if it was possible.

It's not possible. — Ariana Reines

We've been working with Paul Bettner and the Playful team since the beginning of Oculus. Paul was one of, I think, seven $5,000 Kickstarter backers. — Brendan Iribe

If you do multitask, it will take you at least four times as long to do a lousier job. It may even be a safety hazard. — Theo Compernolle

If you, like me, are essentially a city person, then the chances are that when you imagine a wood you picture a simple thing: matching green trees in even rows, a soft carpet of dead leaves or pine needles, orderly as a child's drawing. Possibly those earnestly efficient man-made woods are in fact like that; I wouldn't know. — Tana French

Moreover, no one feels grateful to anyone for those benefits of freedom that all share in common, at least so long as they enjoy them. — Niccolo Machiavelli

If you take one typewriter and build 100, you've made horizontal progress. If you have a typewriter and build a word processor, you have made vertical progress. — Peter Thiel

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him. — Emily Dickinson

No one does anything from a single motive. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

He didn't know anyone could cry like that. A wind was coming from inside her. — Benjamin Alire Saenz