Newsboys Strike Quotes & Sayings

Or maybe I had known him or maybe there's something that happens between some people at a level that goes beyond time measurements and what society thinks is proper. Maybe what had happened between Stark and me in those few minutes in the field house had been enough to have our souls recognize each other. Soul mates? Was that even possible? — P.C. Cast

I object!
What?
Bugger, was that acting?
Is not courtroom, Katya.
Shut up! I'm not good at having two conversations at once. And I hate Scott's plan!
You mean you "object" to it. — Joss Whedon

Love is only a feeling of curiousity more or less intense, grafted upon the inclination placed in us by nature that the species may be preserved. — Giacomo Casanova

We're all hookers in one way or another. — Kelly Cutrone

Failure inspires winners. And failure defeats losers. It is the biggest secret of winners. It's the secret that loser do not know. The greatest secret of winners is that failure inspires winning; thus, they're not afraid of losing. — Robert Kiyosaki

It was quite wrong of me Had I heard what I thought I'd heard or were my ears playing hob with me It was more likely that the sun and the moon should suddenly dance a jolly jig in the heavens than that one of my sisters should apologize. It was simply unheard of. — Alan Bradley

I think that focusing on the money, on the business, is not enough. — Sergei Bubka

Leadership and management are not synonymous. — Travis Bradberry

But there are people too he says, everywhere there are people and I think it is easier to hold hands with people than it is with angels, yes? — Jon McGregor

I had said too much. He was giving me the look. I hated the look. It was the "You've had it tough, huh, kid?" look. It made me feel pathetic. — Ruta Sepetys

The main cause is a pernicious falsehood propagated against her being, namely that she is inferior by her nature. Inferior in what? What has man ever done that woman, under the same advantages could not do? — Ernestine Rose

Only the good Lord knows what's going to happen, and He ain't telling. — Christina Baker Kline

All those different names, dates, deaths, each backed with a past life, were like shrubs in an arboretum, spaced out equidistantly as far as the eye could
see. No gently swaying breezes for them, no fragrances, no touch of a hand reaching through the darkness. They who seemed like trees lost to time. They to whom no thoughts occurred, nor would ever have words to get them across. They'd left all that to those who still had some living to do. — Haruki Murakami