Morselizing Quotes & Sayings

Who drinks your tears, who has your wings, who hears your story? — Rebecca Solnit

It's not easy for the average family to ensure that their child receives a quality education. And the federal government is not making it any easier. — Kevin McCarthy

Before this generation goes on to its ancestors, we should, we must, do our level best to pass on our lessons, so that they live in our people's minds and lives. — Mumia Abu-Jamal

People who have really been raped REMEMBER!!! — Cee Lo Green

The moment you start being in love with what you're doing, and thinking it's beautiful or rich, then you're in danger. — Miuccia Prada

No case of libel by a negro against a white would even reach a southern court. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

While this might seem a bit abstract, these numbers are not arbitrary. They are symbols, which represent pieces of paper, which represent pieces of gold. Gold doesn't represent anything; its value is inherent in its glitter. — Colin MacLaughlin

It is possible to learn all about the mysteries of the Bible and never be affected by it in one's soul. Great knowledge is not enough. — John Bunyan

There is freedom of speech, but I cannot guarantee freedom after speech — Idi Amin

This is the Tree of Forgetfulness. All the headmen here plant one of these trees in the village. They say ancestors stay inside it. If there is some sickness or if you are troubled by spirits, then you sit under the Tree of Forgetfulness and your ancestors will assist you with whatever is wrong'. — Alexandra Fuller

I'm not saying that all politicians are awful. I don't know any of them well enough to say whether they're awful or not. But almost every day, you find out something about them that's appalling. Maybe we shouldn't be surprised any longer. — Peter Capaldi

Sometimes I don't understand why my arms don't drop from my body with fatigue, why my brain doesn't melt away. I am leading an austere life, stripped of all external pleasure, and am sustained only by a kind of permanent frenzy, which sometimes makes me weep tears of impotence but never abates. I love my work with a love that is frantic and perverted, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt that scratches his belly. Sometimes, when I am empty, when words don't come, when I find I haven't written a single sentence after scribbling whole pages, I collapse on my couch and lie there dazed, bogged down in a swamp of despair, hating myself and blaming myself for this demented pride that makes me pant after a chimera. A quarter of an hour later, everything has changed; my heart is pounding with joy. — Gustave Flaubert