Robert La Follette Famous Quotes & Sayings

I can't lie ... My face always gives me away. I'm also pathetically bad at poker! — Cat Deeley

God plays scrabble! — Philip Gold

When Kit called me for the next meeting I was either not myself or too much myself. — Budd Schulberg

I recognise your body in liana; your expression in the eyes of a frightened gazelle; the beauty of your face in that of the moon, your tresses in the plumage of peacocks... alas! Timid friend- no one object compares to you. — Kalidasa

Doing what I like to do, the way I like to do it ... makes me happy. — Nakia R. Laushaul

I rather be weird than boring and bored. — Leigh Hershkovich

Think. Learn. Act. The more you know, the better and more educated choices you have the opportunity to make. — Mehgan Heaney-Grier

...he wails and protests and loves me even more. And I'm humbled and honoured and touched and so fucking happy he can find this thing in me to love. — Alexis Hall

The desert wears ... a veil of mystery. Motionless and silent it evokes in us an elusive hint of something unknown, unknowable, about to be revealed. Since the desert does not act it seems to be waiting
but waiting for what? — Edward Abbey

I cannot but feel I have had a call from God to devote myself to help save souls in their last hour ...
I have been drawn so strongly to pray for the dying and I believe it to be a work appointed for me, perpetual prayer for the dying. — Mary Potter

Progressing at a snail's pace is still progress, and slow progress is better than no progress. Never be stagnant, and never give up. — Richelle E. Goodrich

It is not easy to explain why God permits evil; but it is impossible for an atheist to explain the existence of goodness. How could a spiritless, soul-less, cross-less, Godless universe become the center of faith, purity, sacrifice, and martyrdom? How can decency be the decent thing if there is no God? Since God is love, why should we be surprised that want of it should end in pain, hate, broken hearts, and war? — Fulton J. Sheen

It's a small thing, a life. — Antoine Leiris

Sunset was only thirty minutes gone when some pissant vampire waylaid Deacon on his way to Theriault's. One of those younger shits who wrote poetry to Mother Darkness and thought becoming a vampire would make him sparkle. — Meljean Brook