Nujoods Quotes & Sayings

Will cannot be quenched against its will. — Dante Alighieri

Writers choose to drink because of their inability to cope with the daily hassles of being part of a society. Why shouldn't they? Every day an intelligent human being is plagued with bills, horrifying news stories and general idiocy that slowly grinds away at their psyche, breaking off pieces of it that may never fit again. — Thor Benson

I never thought I was funny. I don't THINK funny. — Lucille Ball

I dedicated all the time I had to it. The 10 hour workout was just what I put in the magazine at the time, but for me it was every waking moment. — Steve Vai

The public is tired of politicians professing certain beliefs and not acting on those beliefs. They want elected officials who have the moral courage to do what they will say they will do when they're running for election. — Colonel Tom Parker

I don't know why you'd want to kill Maldynado, when it's clear you'd make fabulous hat-shopping buddies. — Lindsay Buroker

The Tattoo. You wouldn't say "charming"
that was hardly the adjective, but something, there was something to him. If you were deep in self-hate but stained with ego enough that you needed your death-drive diluted, eager for muteness and quiet, your object-envy strong but not untouched by angst, you might succumb to the Tattoo's brutal enticement. — China Mieville

Oh, believe me, that when three great passions, such as sorrow, love, and gratitude fill the heart, ennui can find no place." "You — Alexandre Dumas

As my parents taught me, by both words and deeds, a life of public services is as much a gift to the person who serves as it is to those he's serving. — Merrick Garland

I really think that to a lot of people hair is everything. Bad hair takes over everything, it really does. I think if somebody has bad hair it doesn't matter what else is happening. — Goldie Hawn

That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world. — Sarah Strohmeyer

The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, - it must have been
Very pretty. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when you're old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten. It becomes something else, a memory of who we were; the hope of what we can become. — Tatiana De Rosnay

Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write. — George Crabbe