Quotes & Sayings About Preventing Drug Abuse

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Reforming Social Security to make it fully funded and independently held, that's compassionate because it allows people to control their own lives; cutting taxes on families and all Americans to let people have more control over their lives. — Grover Norquist

Once the season starts for me, there isn't a change in my focus, just a change in my tactics and strategies. — Bode Miller

Three thousand, it's just a number. It's just a game. — Rafael Palmeiro

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand. — Herta Muller

I was raised in Boston by three older brothers and a very strong and empowering single mom. — Eliza Dushku

Her singing voice is the sound of a body falling downstairs, and she speaks as if the hangman's hands are at her throat. — Morrissey

The pressure on language to deteriorate does not come merely from below, from the "democratic" lev-elers. It comes also from above, from the fancy jar-gonmongers, idle game players, fashionable coteries for second-rate intellectuals. — John Simon

On the eve of our marriage, there might have been good reason to really ask, "What is marriage?" Is it the impression and expectation that this man can make me happy - can be a savior that helps me forget the tragedy of my parents' failed relationship as well as my own as his child? What is certain is that marriage was not to be a commitment or covenant. — H. Kirk Rainer

You can't make chicken salad out of chicken feathers — Joe Kuhel

Doing something nice for myself is not selfish. — Christine Morgan

I define myself from a vision, from a point of view of life. — Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu

Nobody does anything for anybody my friend. We just become mediums to bring each other what destiny has already ordained. — Amit Pandey

He can't understand that what I've done was to ensure his safety. He thinks I'm a monster. A burden that he has to endure. A danger to the family. He wants nothing to do with me and avoids me. When he can't avoid me he has a look in his eye that I know well, and the look says, 'Why won't she die? Why won't she just die?' I'm like that room upstairs; he just wants to close the door and forget any of it happened. He wants to close the door so eventually, like our mother, I'll become the beautiful woman that died too young and nothing more. All my sins will be forgotten and hidden, locked away never to be spoken of again — Angelique Jones