Packages That Are Difficult Quotes & Sayings

Half my fan mail comes from Japan. — Ben Barnes

Tasting scotch was an intense experience; it didn't have the lovely layering of wines, — Daniella Brodsky

So, after all, we are but puppets, creatures of our fate, not commanding it but being molded by it. — Eleanor Roosevelt

Can't do it, simply cause underneath 'em is too ugly. — Billy Gibbons

I've gotten so into the thing of moving, moving, moving, but I'm desperate to have a home. I just want my own little spot - I'm saving, but it's difficult because of the shopping ... I'm actually addicted to online shopping - it's something about the packages arriving! — Suki Waterhouse

Sometimes we forge our own principles and sometimes we accept others' principles, or holistic packages of principles, such as religion and legal systems. While it isn't necessarily a bad thing to use others' principles - it's difficult to come up with your own, and often much wisdom has gone into those already created - adopting pre-packaged principles without much thought exposes you to the risk of inconsistency with your true values. — Ray Dalio

If you will work in co-operation, forgetting the past, burying the hatchet, you are bound to succeed. — Muhammad Ali Jinnah

Our assaults on the ecosystem are so powerful, so numerous, so finely interconnected, that although the damage they do is clear, it is very difficult to discover how it was done. By which weapon? In whose hand? Are we driving the ecosphere to destruction simply by our growing numbers? By our greedy accumulation of wealth? Or are the machines which we have built to gain this wealth-the magnificent technology that now feeds us out of neat packages, that clothes us in man-made fibers, that surrounds us with new chemical creations-at fault? — Barry Commoner

We're all equals as men, except I'm slightly more equal because I'm still alive and you're dead. — Sarge

SAVICH STOOD OVER the metal parcel cage he'd been told was called an OTR, looked at the boxes scattered around it on the floor, streaked and smudged with blood like abstract paintings. Only the packages beneath the body had kept the blood from dripping out of the OTR. He looked down to see the body of an older man with a circle of gray hair around his head. He was torqued into a tight fetal position - difficult because he was heavy - his arms pulled between his legs. No deputy's uniform. He wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt, old jeans, and ancient brown boots. Impossible to tell what sort of man he'd been - if he'd enjoyed jokes, if he'd loved his family, if he'd been honorable - that was all wiped away, gone in an instant, when the Athame was stuck into his heart. There had to be people out there already worrying about Kane Lewis, wondering where he was. They'd find out soon enough. Savich imagined he'd been a pleasant-looking man, but not in death. No, not in death. — Catherine Coulter