Mauron Musy Quotes & Sayings

When daybreak came we were zooming through New Jersey with the great cloud of Metropolitan New York rising before us in the snowy distance. Dean had a sweater wrapped around his ears to keep warm. He said we were a band of Arabs coming in to blow up New York. — Jack Kerouac

If I had to drop everything and just be a songwriter, I would be OK with that because that's the real joy. — John Oates

I worry about the things I can affect, and the things I have no control over I move by. — Lenny Wilkens

There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge. — Patrick Campbell

Tolerance is becoming accustomed to injustice; love is becoming disturbed and activated by another's adverse condition. Tolerance crosses the street; love confronts. Tolerance builds fences; love opens doors. Tolerance breeds indifference; love demands engagement. Tolerance couldn't care less; love always cares more. - — Cory Booker

That whole thing of replicating what others do is a siren call. The sirens lure you to the rocks of unoriginality. — Stewart Copeland

As we rode along LaBoeuf commenced whistling tunes, perhaps to take his mind off his sore arm. Rooster said, "God damn a man that whistles!" It was the wrong thing to say if he wished it to stop. — Charles Portis

I am going to enjoy some other things apart from business. — Jack Ma

I think it's important that people stand up for what they believe in. — Steve Nash

Our accent will be upon youth: we need new ideas, new methods, new approaches. We will call upon young students of political science throughout the nation to help us. We will encourage these young students to launch their own independent study, and then give us their analysis and their suggestions. We are completely disenchanted with the old, adult, established politicians. We want to see some new faces
more militant faces. — Malcolm X

At that moment we caught sight of a drunken man, reeling along at the far end of the street. With head thrust forward, arms dangling, and nerveless legs, he advanced towards us by short rushes of three, six, or ten rapid steps, followed by a pause. After a brief spasm of energy, he found himself in the middle of the street, where he stopped dead, swaying on his feet, hesitating between a fall and a fresh burst of activity. Suddenly he made off in a new direction. He ran up against a house, and clung to the wall as if to force his way through it. Then, with a start, he turned round, and gazed in front of him, open-mouthed, his eyes blinking in the sun. With a movement of the hips, he jerked his back away from the wall and continued on his way. A small yellow dog, a half-starved mongrel, followed him barking, halting when he halted, and moving when he moved.

'Look,' said Marambot, 'there's one of Madame Husson's Rose-kings'. — Guy De Maupassant

If someone says "You're not doing that right," hand him the shovel, sit and watch. That's the right way to garden. — Janet Macunovich

The only sure path is to live consciously, moment to moment, as you let go of the outcome. — Charlotte Kasl