Quirkys Quotes & Sayings

I've been running like this since I was seven. — Adrian Peterson

I don't have any issues with my age. — Victoria Beckham

While we've taken seeds into space, and astronauts on the International Space Station have eaten lettuce they've grown, we haven't produced fruit in space, so we can't pollinate something. — Helen Sharman

How can the oppressed, as divided, unauthentic beings, participate in developing the pedagogy of their liberation? — Paulo Freire

I think it's time to open the books, on questions that have remained in the dark on the question of government investigations of UFOs, it's time to find out what the truth really is that's out there. We ought to do it because it's right, we ought to do it because the American people, and people around the world quite frankly can handle the truth, and we ought to do it because it's the law. — John Podesta

When I had nothing more to lose, I was given everything. When I ceased to be who I am, I found myself. When I experienced humiliation and yet kept on walking, I understood that I was free to choose my destiny. Perhaps there's something wrong with me, I don't know, perhaps my marriage was a dream I couldn't understand while it lasted. All I know is that even though I can live without her, I would still like to see her again, to say what I never said when we were together: I love you more than I love myself. If I could say that, then I could go on living, at peace with myself, because that love has redeemed me. — Paulo Coelho

My main regret in life is that there is no MacArthur Fellowship awarded in the field of Panda Satire. — Anne Belov

Enthusiasm is everything. It must ... — Pele

I come from a family of fishermen. Fishing is very important to us. We don't hunt. We're not gun folk. — Nick Offerman

The center had frayed like a rag rug that had been washed and walked on and shaken and hung and dried. The lines and nets of mesh which held the last jewel at the breast of the world were unraveling. Things were not holding together. The earth drew in its breath in the summer of the coming eclipse.
The boy idled along the upper corridor of this stone place which was home, sensing these things, not understanding. — Stephen King