Olzadin Quotes & Sayings

What Saint has ever won his crown without first contending for it? — Jerome

When you wake up tomorrow, another day is behind you. The days add up; the weeks run together; the months become years. — John Grisham

The mindset of legislating for the betterment of society guarantees the growth of the beast ... Politicians see government as a solution but the people see government as part of the problem. Beastly bureaucracy is born out of good intentions married to poor solutions. Only when politicians realize what constituents already know will the true problem even be addressed much less solved. — R. Lee Wrights

Compared with that of Taoists and Far Eastern Buddhists, the Christian attitude toward Nature has been curiously insensitive and often downright domineering and violent. Taking their cue from an unfortunate remark in Genesis, Catholic moralists have regarded animals as mere things which men do right to regard for their own ends ... — Aldous Huxley

I read to live. I read for life. — Will Schwalbe

Everyone was laughin'. Even that deaf mute boy was breathing heavy and pointing at me. Which is laughter to their kind. — Dave Attell

I'm going to fuck you during the Super Bowl, Abigail." He bit down on my earlobe, and I sucked in a breath. "As long as you're quiet, no one will know. — Tara Sue Me

All men, even those we call savages, have been so tormented by the passion for strong drinks, that limited as their capacities were, they were yet able to manufacture them. — Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

Nissa Montaine was not cunning, but she was studious. She'd been known to read the same book over again dozens of times and comb the nuances from it. — Sarah E. Morin

I'm a lesbian. Yup. Hundred percent. Hundred percent. I remember being in college, and I had fallen in love with this woman, and I remember sitting in my dorm room saying out loud to myself, like, 'You have enough problems. You are not gonna let this happen.' — Christine Quinn

When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course. — Stephen Spender