Metoscopy Quotes & Sayings

Palestinian ideology has become a lethal cocktail of radical nationalism and Islamic fundamentalism. — Jack Schwartz

Similarly, some people have a four-lane highway for constant achievement, a striving talent we call achiever. They may not have to win, but they do feel a burning need to achieve something tangible every single day. And these people mean every single day. For them, every day - workday, weekend, vacation - starts at zero. They have to rack up some numbers by the end of the day to feel good about themselves. This burning flame may dwindle as evening comes, but the next morning, it rekindles itself, spurring its host to look for new items to cross off his list. These people are the fabled "self-starters. — Gallup Press

The intellect seeks to throw its own interpretation of the real over reality, and in so doing carves the world up into artificial little cubes. — James Rozoff

There are those who say that in their heaven there is no suffering. But if there is no suffering, how can there be happiness? We need compost to grow flowers, and mud to grow lotuses. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Anything television trivia I'm good at. But when you're on your couch, you're really good at it, but when you're standing there, it's probably scary. — Sarah Silverman

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar. — Lord Byron

I think a good deal may be said to extenuate the fault of bad Poets. What we call a Genius, is hard to be distinguish'd by a man himself, from a strong inclination: and if his genius be ever so great, he can not at first discover it any other way, than by giving way to that prevalent propensity which renders him the more liable to be mistaken. — Alexander Pope

There's no controversy in my way. There's nobody telling me to rap like this or anything. — Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Choice not chance determines destiny... — Lisa Alexander-Griffin

It's the journeys we make you said not our sins that we have to account for: places we passed on a road and failed to recognise: the light in a gap between trees that we barely noticed storms above a hayfield like the black in monochrome the neither here nor there of detours or oncoming traffic. It's the lives we failed to lead lost in a stalled conversation or glancing away to cottonwoods and miles of blue-stemmed grass and everything we miss each least detail patterns and lines in the packed silt around a mooring windows flecked with light and water shades of grey in this or any other afternoon. — John Burnside