Ojaana Quotes & Sayings

As we get older, we demand stories that go somewhere. Things must change. — Dave Morris

Everyone contributes a word, a sentence, an image, but in the end it all makes sense: the happiness of one becomes the joy of all. — Paulo Coelho

Toddlers are germ-warfare machines in a cute package
- Debora Geary — Debora Geary

Lending war equipment is a good deal like lending chewing gum. You don't want it back. — Robert A. Taft

A writer without a sense of justice or injustice would be better off editing the yearbook for a school for exceptional children. — Ernest Hemingway,

If you draw your sword against those you sworn to protect, the very ones who trust in your strength, how will you convince them that you are a shield when the dragons come and take them away? — Bryan Davis

When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in the blood that leaves me flushed and unsteady, dreaming in daylight. — Victoria Lamb

Fairness is not the end result, it's the opportunity. And everybody in America today has the opportunity to get ahead. — Tim Huelskamp

Think what a better world it would be if we all-the whole world-had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are-when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. — Robert Fulghum

At age 43, when I decided to run again, I realized that the images used to describe runners didn't fit me. I wasn't a rabbit. I wasn't a gazelle or a cheetah or any of the other animals that run fast and free. But I wasn't a turtle or a snail either. I wasn't content anymore to move slowly through my life and hide in my shell when I was scared.
I was a round little man with a heavy heart but a hopeful spirit. I didn't really run, or even jog. I waddled. I was a Penguin. This was the image that fit. Emperor-proud, I stand tallto face the elements of my life. Yes, I am round. Yes, I am slow. Yes, I run as thought my legs are tied together at the knees. But I am running. And that is all that matters. — John Bingham