Pinkville Incident Quotes & Sayings

He who spends time regretting the past loses the present and risks the future. — Francisco De Quevedo

Compulsory obedience to a master is a state of slavery, willing obedience to one's father is the glory of son ship. — Mahatma Gandhi

We're not trying to form a new religion. I think that all the powerful religions are pretty much the same. People like to pretend they are very different, but they are not. They are really about believing in something bigger than yourself, something that's unseen, and about having some faith. That's not such a bad thing to have in the world. — Zal Batmanglij

As long as kashay's (anger, pride, deceit, greed) do not go away, you have not attained God's religion even a little bit. Religion of the vitarags [the enlightened ones] means absence of kashay (anger, pride, deceit, greed). — Dada Bhagwan

The welfare state is an assault on families. — Larry Elder

I feel like I'm stepping into a place of spiritual contemplation every time I enter a studio; it's always had a certain magic to me that has never worn off with familiarity. — David Knopfler

The world, somebody wrote, is the place we prove real by dying in it. — Salman Rushdie

friends, but life eventually resumed its rhythm - Saturdays at — Vannetta Chapman

The characters are so flat and the dialogue so dull you expect it to be one of those movies whose existence is justified by a big final twist. But it's three days after the screening, and still no twist. Maybe it's coming in the mail? — Kyle Smith

I didn't have the problem of finding myself at 45 on the wrong course - I always wanted to be a film director. — Elia Kazan

Sometimes the little times you don't think are anything while they're happening turn out to be what marks a whole period of your life. — Andy Warhol

RANGE-FINDING The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so hung. And still the bird revisited her young. A butterfly its fall had dispossessed A moment sought in air his flower of rest, Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung. On the bare upland pasture there had spread O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread And straining cables wet with silver dew. A sudden passing bullet shook it dry. The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly, But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew. — Robert Frost

Why drink and drive if I can smoke and fly? — Bob Marley

Everybody's born to be different, that's the one thing that makes us the same. — Meghan Trainor