Quadski Quotes & Sayings

As wars come and go, my soldier stays eternal — Tupac Shakur

Are you wiser in God (now) than you were last year at this time? Peter says we're to grow in grace and the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. — Leonard Ravenhill

Firing of Energy does it faster than pumping, but the latter is under better control, and much more resource efficient — Priyavrat Thareja

When you were a kid," he continued, his voice even and low, "Your mother taught you to observe people. She also taught you not to get attached. — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Aristotelian hylomorphic anthropology of soul and body as form and matter of a single substance, as distinct from a Platonic or Cartesian two-substance dualism, or simple materialism or simple immaterialism or spiritualism. All three alternatives to Aristotelian-Thomistic hylomorphism are logically problematic as well as not in accord with our experience. — Peter Kreeft

Kindness is fate's currency for good fortune. And like all currencies, it is without value when faked. — Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

Johnny Rivers ... returned to L.A. to accept a lucrative offer from Elmer Valentine to open at his lavish new nightclub based upon the popular European discotheque concept. Johnny Rivers at the Whisky A Go-Go turned Hollywood upside down. His first Imperial album, "Johnny Rivers At The Whisky A Go-Go," (produced by Lou Adler) was high in the charts for 45 weeks in 1964. — Glenn A. Baker

When in 1969 I became publisher of the 'Washington Post' as well as president of the company, my plate was fuller than ever. I had partly worked myself into the job but not, except for rare occasions, taken hold. I had acquired some sense of business but still relied on others more than most company presidents did. — Katharine Graham

Stop fussing over me, woman. I will be whole again shortly, and then you can resume ogling me and desiring my body. — Katie MacAlister

No one mentions that now, and I suppose no one is inclined to bring it up, particularly not my father, who in other matters loves those things most that he can no longer touch or see, things washed clean of flaws and ambiguity by the years he has held them in his memory, reshaping them as he brings them out, again and again, telling his stories until finally the stories, and the things in them, are as perfect and sharp as the edge of the knife he keeps in his pocket. — Pete Dexter