Pusztany K Quotes & Sayings

We have sunk so low it has become the obligation of every decent, thinking individual to re-state the obvious! — George Orwell

And as we lingered in our intimate embrace, I knew that if I could freeze time right this second, I would. — Courtney Cole

Nana ... how come being happy and making your dreams come true are two different things? Even now, I still don't know why ... — Ai Yazawa

China's People's Liberation Army (PLA) sees U.S. battle networks - "which rely heavily on satellites and the Internet to identify targets, coordinate attacks, guide 'smart bombs' and more" - as its "Achilles' heel. — Robert D. Kaplan

You're the rose in a world full of thorns, and the rainbow at the end of a storm. You're the light people crawl through darkness for. You're the good that balances out all the bad. — Jeannine Allison

Men, Gus, they love to eat. Who knows if leaves or if meat? That's all right, providing you understand, Gus, the more you advance at school does not mean the more you can eat other people's food. You must be able to recognize limits. That's not too hard to understand, is it? If people don't recognize such limits, God will make them realize in His own way. — Pramoedya Ananta Toer

Having an actual income can expand your romantic horizons toward the more appealing end of the spectrum. — Al Franken

[My mom told me] to always be loyal and treat someone how you want to be treated. Find someone that you can love and that's going to be your best friend. — Paris Hilton

You're in direct contact with the music by having the strings under your fingers. It's not mechanical like a piano. — Tommy Bolin

victims' diaries again, cross — J.D. Robb

Rock is always about rebelling against the parents. — D'arcy Wretzky

If you face life without confidence in your own powers, you succumb too easily to setbacks and adversity; you lack the will to persevere. — Nathaniel Branden

We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We're difficult to ourselves, we're difficult to each other. And we are mysteries to ourselves, we are mysteries to each other. One encounters in any ordinary day far more real difficulty than one confronts in the most "intellectual" piece of work. Why is it believed that poetry, prose, painting, music should be less than we are? Why does music, why does poetry have to address us in simplified terms, when if such simplification were applied to a description of our own inner selves we would find it demeaning? — Geoffrey Hill