Miscreated Monster Quotes & Sayings

I am actually wearing slacks on the show more than I ever have - it is now acceptable, and I like mixing it up. — Mary Hart

While walking in a rapid stream we cannot tread twice in the same water. Neither can we spend twice the same time. When we pass out of that door, the work of this meeting will be closed to us forever. We shall never spend the time of this evening again. Then should we not keep a record of our work, teachings, and counsel. — Wilford Woodruff

A man who builds his own pedestal had better use strong cement. — Anna Quindlen

I guess sometimes the past just catches up to you, whether you want it to or not. — Dabbs Greer

I want to rip his damn arms off his body Ash. Sawyer, who I'd do anything for. I want to hurt him. If he touches you again in front of me I'm going to crack. I can't take this — Abbi Glines

We speak of 'inspiration,' and the word should be taken literally. There really is inspiration and expiration of Being. — Maurice Merleau Ponty

That democratic socialism, the great utopia of the last few generations, is not only unachievable, but that to strive for it produces something so utterly different that few of those who wish it would be prepared to accept the consequences, many will not believe until the connection has been laid bare in all its aspects. — Friedrich August Von Hayek

There are millions of kids who, naturally, if we could only remember how it is - you know, you resent authority, you are impatient for change, you want to fix things up. — Thomas Foran

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter. — Jonathan Safran Foer

With those who are willing to join, let us cooperate to reduce the burden of arms, to strengthen the structure of peace, to lift up the poor and the hungry. — Richard M. Nixon

The essence of drawing is the line exploring space. — Andy Goldsworthy

It's not how good you are. It's how bad you want it. — Paul The Apostle

At the Moor
Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper
In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky
A flock of wild birds follows;
Slanting over gloomy waters.
Turmoil. In decayed hut
The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.
Crippled birches in the autumn wind.
Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around
By the soft gloom of grazing herds;
Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters. — Georg Trakl

Many people are trying to remove religion from public life. Under the banner of pluralism, cultural and political leaders are seeking to push all talk about God out of the public arena. — Charles Colson

The road is a lot of work. — Christina Aguilera