Playd Quotes & Sayings

If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it. — Oscar Wilde

If you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not. — Annie Dillard

If I am a pure product of genetic, cultural, or class determination, I have no responsibility for my action in the world and, therefore, it is not possible for me to speak of ethics. Of course, this assumption of responsibility does not mean that we are not conditioned genetically, culturally, and socially. It means that we know ourselves to be conditioned but not determined. — Paulo Freire

He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it! — Emily Bronte

In nothing do humans approach so nearly to the gods as doing good to others. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart. — Suzanne Collins

Every artist wants some sort of feedback, because you make this music and you hope people love it and you want to hear if they love it and what they love about it, what their favorite song is, what they think the next single should be. I like to hear those things. — John Legend

Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. — William Shakespeare

I suppose that Italy must always lie like some lovely sunken island at the bottom of all passionate dreams, from which at the flood it may arise; the air of it is charged with subtle essences of romance. One supposes Italy must be organized for the need of lovers. — Mary Hunter Austin

If you be faithful, you will have that honor that comes from God: his Spirit will say in your hearts, Well done, good and faithful servants. — Adam Clarke

Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity. — Victor Hugo

He needs us like he needs a mud dauber's nest up his pant leg — John Steinbeck