Mayambala Ssekasi Quotes & Sayings

There is something very appealing about a room which one occupied as a child; it brings back one's childhood more vividly than anything else I know. — D.E. Stevenson

Sometimes heaven was feeling nothing. Maybe being drunk was a little like dying and going to heaven. Like living in the light. He kept thinking of Ileana. She was eight now. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

If you hear a C-major chord with an equal temperament, you've heard it a million times before and your brain accepts it. But if you hear a chord that you've never heard before, you're like, "huh." — Aphex Twin

Heir to your own karma doesn't mean 'You get what you deserve.' I think it means 'You get what you get.' Bad things happen to good people. My happiness depending on my action means, to me, that it depends on my action of choosing compassion
for myself as well as for everyone else
rather than contention. [p.61] — Sylvia Boorstein

President Obama is now losing to 'Republican Nominee' in polls - no name needed. — Jon Meacham

Leave tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow's men to solve. — Marion Zimmer Bradley

If we're not supposed to eat animals, how come they're made out of meat? — Tom Snyder

In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead. — Suzanne Collins

There is an essential difference between the decease of the godly and the death of the ungodly. Death comes to the ungodly man as a penal infliction, but to the righteous as a summons to his Father's palace. To the sinner it is an execution, to the saint an undressing from his sins and infirmities. Death to the wicked is the King of terrors. Death to the saint is the end of terrors, the commencement of glory. — Charles Spurgeon

I know that I could make this world peaceful and calm, if I only could get my hands on a hydrogen bomb. — Todd Rundgren

I like you."
"That's tough, Joan," I said, picking up my book. "Because I don't like you. You make me puke, if you want to know."
And I walked out of the room, leaving Joan lying, lumpy as an old horse, across my bed. — Sylvia Plath