Particuliers Quotes & Sayings

The inner life is the whole man, and forms all the worth of man. — Jean-Baptiste Henri Lacordaire

You can't just play the same thing, over and over again. — Neko Case

Drunk people run stop signs, high people wait for them to turn green — Layzie Bone

When you are grateful - when you can see what you have - you unlock blessings to flow in your life. — Suze Orman

I got quite used to changing that cheque, because you can get used to anything. You think: I'll never do that; and you find yourself doing it. — Jean Rhys

Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins. — Paul Russell

I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you. — Libba Bray

The differences which come under the first head are those which Nature herself has set between man and man; — Arthur Schopenhauer

Why do we start immigration in 1965? Guess whose idea it was? Ted Kennedy. Ted Kennedy, 1965, we needed to reinstitute the immigration laws. It wasn't based in humanity, although that's the way it was sold. It was rooted in registering voters. — Rush Limbaugh

I think this is also a great time to invest in private equity, helping companies grow from the ground up. — Jim Rogers

It's never too late to move to a good place to try to improve your child's outcomes in adulthood. — Gwen Ifill

My father, one of the great entrepreneurs and philanthropists of this state, taught me that capital - monetary or political - is to be used to benefit others. I intend to continue that tradition. — Jon Huntsman Jr.

The stores along Hollywood Boulevard were already beginning to fill up with overpriced Christmas junk, and the daily papers were beginning to scream about how terrible- it would be if you didn't get your Christmas shopping done early. — Raymond Chandler

Tolerance is just a fancy word for ignoring a fascist ideology. Acceptance is the only way. — Jessica Jung

The detritus of animal and plant life that had died miles above. It fell steadily through each zone of the ocean, down and down, shredding into flakes, leached of pigment until it became bone white. A snow of death. — Nick Cutter