Partija Demokratskog Quotes & Sayings

Think about it. When you die you'll be surrounded bu the people you killed. Who the hells goes around killing people they like? In the Afterdeath we'll be surrounded by our enemies. — Michael R. Fletcher

It is not enough that you understand in what ignorance man and beast live; you must also have and acquire the will to ignorance. You need to grasp that without this kind of ignorance life itself would be impossible, that it is a condition under which alone the living thing can preserve itself and prosper: a great, firm dome of ignorance must encompass you. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I don't think being black has held me back at all. Being black makes you strong. — Anita Baker

The more humble and obedient to God a man is, the more wise and at peace he will be in all that he does. — Thomas A Kempis

You can change your life or not change it.
It really doesn't matter in the end.
Life as humans live it is too fleeting,
too incidental, too miniscule
for the universe to keep forever.
So just do good to others; be good, all
because it makes you happy,
happy beyond fame, power, and
eternity. — Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

There's always a need for new superheroes. As society changes, the types of superheroes will probably change as well. — Matt Bomer

It came as a gift. A large gray bird flew up with a loud alarm call as he approached. As it gained height and wheeled away over the valley, it gave out a piping sound on three notes, which he recognized as the inversion of a line he had already scored for a piccolo. How elegant, how simple. Turning the sequence round opened up the idea of a plain and beautiful song in common time, which he could almost hear. But not quite. An image came to him of a set of unfolding steps, sliding and descending-from the trap door of a loft, or from the door of a light plane. One note lay over and suggested the next. He heard it, he had it, and then it was gone. There was a glow of a tantalizing afterimage and the fading call of a sad little tune ... These notes were perfectly interdependent, little polished hinges swinging the melody through its perfect arc. He could almost hear it again as he reached the top of the angled rock slab and paused to reach into his pocket for notebook and pencil. — Steven Pinker