Nosebleeds And Headaches Quotes & Sayings

You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish ... let me think. Yeah ... " Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And ... my dearest friend ... until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand. — J.R. Ward

For a man to conquer himself is the first and noblest of all victories. — Plato

My parents were Christian. — Wyclef Jean

More and more people back then, and not just Andrew MacIntosh, had found ensuring the survival of the human race a total bore. — Kurt Vonnegut

It's easy to forget other people are suffering when your own life is secure and comfortable and perfect. It's tempting to stay contained in that safe bubble forever. — Madeline Freeman

The hybrid European - a tolerably ugly plebeian, taken all in all - absolutely requires a costume: — Friedrich Nietzsche

There was a fascinating handmade poster scene in Chicago in the '90s, and I became friends with many of the artists; the posters were often more impressive than the bands. — Andrew Bird

Ignore folly;
walk away from it.
Pay attention to wisdom;
seek it. — Matshona Dhliwayo

And as if by magic - and it may have been magic, for I believe America is the land of magic, and that we, we now past Americans, were once the magical people of it, waiting now to stand to some unguessable generation of the future as the nameless pre-Mycenaean tribes did to the Greeks, ready, at a word, each of us now, to flit piping through groves ungrown, our women ready to haunt as laminoe the rose-red ruins of Chicago and Indianapolis when they are little more than earthen mounds, when the heads of the trees are higher than the hundred-and-twenty-fifth floor - it seemed to me that I found myself in bed again, the old house swaying in silence as though it were moored to the universe by only the thread of smoke from the stove. — Gene Wolfe