Perangai Buruk Quotes & Sayings

My first rule of travel is never to go to a place that sounds like a medical condition and Critz is clearly an incurable disease involving flaking skin. — Bill Bryson

SECOND AMENDMENT
A "well-regulated militia" means regulated by the government. We need prudent regulation for guns. Let's all accept that. We don't need anyone to have machine guns. We can wait a little while on a background check (but if you're white with a bowl cut, then you have to go to the back of the line, Preston). Support prudent legislation designed to keep other guns away from the mentally ill and criminal elements. If you're paranoid that all these laws are designed to take away your gun, then we're going to assume you're mentally ill or criminal. But now let's be clear: guns rock. Hunting is awesome. Keep your guns. But, like, we gotta regulate 'em, y'all. We have to. — Trae Crowder

Man is most free when his tools are proportionate to his needs. — Soetsu Yanagi

Among God's creatures two, the dog and the guitar, have taken all the sizes and all the shapes, in order not to be separated from the man. — Andres Segovia

She wondered if old dreams could haunt rooms - if, when one left forever the room where she had joyed and suffered and laughed and wept, something of her, intangible and invisible, yet nonetheless real, did not remain behind like a voiceful memory. — L.M. Montgomery

When bands got really big and sold a lot of records back in the day and did really well on the road, everyone developed a certain ego. And there's a certain entitlement that comes with that. And it stops people from communicating the way you used to communicate when you were in a band together and it was all for one, one for all. — Scott Weiland

Wake up every morning and eat a bullfrog first thing, and the rest of the day will go just fine. — Carolyn Brown

It's nice because success has allowed me to have a blast on stage, to be in the studio with amazing people, but I find it all a bit bizarre. — David Guetta

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you're so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash. — Ann Aguirre