Polycarp Martyrdom Quotes & Sayings

It's hard to describe yourself as a hero - I just like to think of myself as a policeman. People can look to you like that, as a good guy who can help people. — Steve Wilkos

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets. — Amy Tan

They heard rumors of other robot ponies [ ... ] who were left to themselves after their mistresses and masters had grown weary of them, falling into a stupor before their hydraulic limbs squealed and locked, freezing up forever while their circuit boards fizzled and died. It sounded to Jenn that they had died of broken hearts - but to everyone else, they were just defective. — Madeline Claire Franklin

I love you, but i'm not fall in love with you — Tonya Hurley

At the heart of art is learning to see — Seth Godin

I would say that not many German people are still alive, who experienced what happened during the third reich. We don't have to go to the Stasi, we can go to the Gestapo, and see what happens, when your human rights, your ability to a freedom of expression and a freedom of thought is infringed upon. This is terribly, terribly dangerous territory. — Ray McGovern

A novel need not impart information or inform. It must seduce & snare the reader with feelings & break the reader's heart. — Mark Rubinstein

'I Am' is the name of God, God is none other than the Self. — Ramana Maharshi

Don't know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal - you sockdologizing old man-trap. — Tom Taylor

The Dolly's around here can't be seen to coddle a snitch's family
that's the always been our way. We're old blood, us people, and our ways was set firm long before hot shot baby Jesus ever even burped milk'n sh*& yellow. — Daniel Woodrell

Trouble trouble and it will trouble you. — P.L. Travers

And finally
the glass that contains and spills this stuff continually
while the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathers
up empties, gives back the drinker's own face. Who knows what it looks like;
who cares whether or not it was young once, or ever lovely,
who gives a shit about some drunk rising to stagger toward
the bathroom, some man or woman or even lost
angel who recklessly threw it all over - heaven, the ether,
the celestial works - and said, Fuck it, I want to be human? — Kim Addonizio