Maleko And Flash Quotes & Sayings

It is better to swallow a sheep or a goat than swallow what he has been swallowing. — Arjuna Ranatunga

God is the collective ego of the world — Rajneesh

A brand from a brand | is kindled and burned, And fire from fire begotten; And man by his speech | is known to men, And the stupid by their stillness. — Anonymous

Beautiful and rich is an old friendship, Grateful to the touch as ancient ivory, Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry Where light has lingered, intimate and long. Full of tears and warm is an old friendship That asks no longer deeds of gallantry, Or any deed at all- save that the friend shall be Alive and breathing somewhere, like a song. — Eunice Tietjens

If you will not rise above the things of this world, they will rise above you. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

I think what's most fun is playing someone who's sort of selfish and in a lot of ways unlikeable, but there's this really big heart underneath it that you get little glimpses of. — David Walton

I found a great deal of relief and excitement watching comics when I was very young. My grandmother was very into them and so was my grandfather. They had a profound effect on me, so I just found myself watching comedians on the after-school shows: Merv Griffin and that kind of stuff. — Marc Maron

This is what happens when you don't let gays marry; they start designing clothes out of spite. — Jon Stewart

The kind of fiction I'm trying to write is about telling the truth. — Paul Auster

5You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye. — Anonymous

Thoughts will lead you in circles. Silence will bring you back to your centre. — Rasheed Ogunlaru

It's really hard for me to sometimes put myself out there, like 'Hey, how do you feel about making music together?' because maybe I'm afraid of rejection or I don't want to put anybody out. It's the Southerner in me, like, 'I don't mean to bother you but do you mind making a song?' — Beth Ditto

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs. — Jerome K. Jerome