Ragin Cajun Quotes & Sayings

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing. — Margaret Mitchell

Everywhere I go, I see very much the same thing. I see the same compassion for people who live half a world away. I see the same concern about events beyond these borders. And, increasingly, I see the same conviction that we can and we must join together to stop the scourge of AIDS and poverty. — Edward De Bono

A rich man is always simply a rich man, but a rich woman is only a poor woman who just happens to have money. — Douglas Coupland

Slaves are governed by the fear of man, and, whenever the fear of man replaces the fear of God in a society, slavery reappears and increases. — Rousas John Rushdoony

It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none. — Seneca The Younger

I am a firm believer that you can have the body you want, only to the extent that you're willing to work for it. — Amber Heard

I tried to do everything just as I would before any other match, but it was impossible. — Xabi Alonso

Will you look back on life and say, 'I wish I had,' or 'I'm glad I did'? — Zig Ziglar

When I was a teenager, I read a lot of Poe. — Dario Argento

I think parts of my soul have been saved by my writing, not in the sense of escaping death, but escaping the death of the moment, perhaps. — Pattiann Rogers

Strive not with your superiors in argument, but always submit your judgment to others with modesty. — George Washington

Feminist efforts to grant women social equality with men of their class neatly coincided with white supremacist capitalist patriarchal fears that white power would diminish if nonwhite people gained equal access to economic power and privilege. Supporting what in effect became white power reformist feminism enabled the mainstream white supremacist patriarchy to bolster its power while simultaneously undermining the radical politics of feminism. — Bell Hooks

The spectacle in general, as the concrete inversion of life, is the autonomous movement of the non-living. — Guy Debord

I do not recall my own first glance of love, my own first gift of love. Yet it happened. Those divine simplicities are erased from my heart. Good God, then what do I retain that is of value? The little boy that I was is dead forever, before my eyes. I survived him, but forgetfulness tormented me, then overcame me, the sad process of living ruined me, and I scarcely know what he knew. I remember things at random only, but the most beautiful, the sweetest memories are gone. — Henri Barbusse