Miscall Quotes & Sayings

Exploitation and oppression is not a matter of race. It is the system, the apparatus of world-wide brigandage called imperialism, which made the Powers behave the way they did. I have no illusions on this score, nor do I believe that any Asian nation or African nation, in the same state of dominance, and with the same system of colonial profit-amassing and plunder, would have behaved otherwise. — Han Suyin

I'd found fear of death and failure to be excellent motivators. — Mark Adams

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars. — Martin Luther King Jr.

A woman will be loved ... in proportion as she makes those around her happy ... — Sarah Blake

And for some reason, when I'm sad, I do listen to Leonard Cohen, I do listen to Joni Mitchell. I do find myself going to the music that's actually reflecting my mood, as opposed to sticking on Motown, which might actually bring my mood up. — Glen Hansard

Like friendship, hatred needed more than physical intimacy; it wanted creativity and hard work to sustain itself. — Toni Morrison

Glamour is assurance. It is a kind of knowing that you are all right in every way, mentally and physically and in appearance, and that, whatever the occasion or the situation, you are equal to it. — Marlene Dietrich

Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am. — Karen Marie Moning

What such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance. — Charles Dickens

Perverse mankind! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute degree; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of fate. — Homer

These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives — Cliff Burton

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart ... — Nick Flynn

She had begun to bake to have her eyes looking at a bowl, a flour bin, an oven, a fire, a face, anything but water. Her hands shaped loaves like scallop shells, like moon shells, like starfish; she ate them as if she ate the sea, to make it part of her, to transform bone to shell and lose herself in it, eyeless, thoughtless, wrapped in memories and anchored on some hoary rock against the currents of the deep. — Patricia A. McKillip

He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure. — Percy Bysshe Shelley