Michael Caine Batman Begins Quotes & Sayings

Keep listening to music, it gets you through everything. I promise.
- Mitch Lucker — Mitch Lucker

Negativity is a debilitating disease. It is a slow and painful way to experience life. It attacks the immune system, creates anxiety, and can lead to loneliness and depression. Finding your inner harmony is the quickest way to alleviate the methodical destruction of this dark energy — Gary Hopkins

We have a sense that we should be like the mythical cowboy ... able to take on and conquer anything and live in the world without the need for other people. — Morrie Schwartz.

Think of what it means to manually strangle someone. How personal it is. The close contact. Skin to skin. Your hands against her flesh. Pressing her throat as you feel her life drain away.' Rizzoli — Tess Gerritsen

I have trouble with any kind of focus or concentrating, or getting anything done at all, really. — Nellie McKay

Man's greatest victory is over oneself. — Plato

Be not intimidated ... nor suffer yourselves to be wheedled out of your liberties by any pretense of politeness, delicacy, or decency. These, as they are often used, are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery and cowardice. — John Adams

Music spilling out of from the eyes in place of tears, music spilling from the throat in place of words, music falling from his fingertips in place of caresses, music exchanged between them instead of love, yearning of five lines, the five lines of their thoughts , their reveries, their emotions, their unknown self, their giant self, their shadow. — Anais Nin

We are defined not by our borders but by our bonds. — Barack Obama

I love being photographed, I love the ramp. — Nafisa Joseph

A wonderful laugh is no excuse for villainous behavior! — Lemony Snicket

When he was young, the lesson learned from his mother, as much by cuffs as caresses, was that love is action
what you do, not what you feel
but perhaps, he thinks now, it was a false lesson, and that love is something else altogether, something he knows nothing of. He sees it, this love, hovering like the Paraclete above the heads of a fig-leafed Cranach couple, streaming divine grace down upon them in burning rays. Where was his soul when this pentecostal fire was falling from the sky? — John Banville