Seeger Memorial High School Quotes & Sayings

I am interested in a lot of things - not just show business and my passion for animals. I try to keep current in what's going on in the world. I do mental exercises. I don't have any trouble memorizing lines because of the crossword puzzles I do every day to keep my mind a little limber. I don't sit and vegetate. — Betty White

Beauty is a riddle — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

A man should dress in a way that you don't notice. He looks good and you don't know why. But it's the tailoring, the materials, and the clothes. — Michael Caine

Just as people gather on the road to see a fistfight, India gathers at night to watch TV debates. — Chetan Bhagat

Taking an interest in one's own soul requires a certain amount of space for reflection and appreciation. — Thomas Moore

The third gift is Courage. May you speak and act with confidence and use courage to follow your own path. — Charlene Costanzo

They say that "he who flies highest, falls farthest" - and who am I to argue? But we can't forget that "he who doesn't flap his wings, never flies at all. — Hunter S. Thompson

He's pulling the load of an ox and walking on eggshells. — Stieg Larsson

Daydream is the only good thing in life. Everything else is vulgar and empty. — Joris-Karl Huysmans

I always put my identity at the forefront of my music. — Lotic

Today I want to send a message of optismism to all Greeks. Our road, our path, will be more stabilised. Our country will be in a better situation. We will be stronger. — George Papandreou

Fear is essential in horror fiction. Gore is optional. — Rayne Hall

I thought maybe she'd whisk us off by magic, or at least hail a taxi. Instead, Bast borrowed a silver Lexus convertible.
"Oh, yes," she purred. "I like this one! Come along, children."
"But this isn't yours," I pointed out.
"My dear, I'm a cat. Everything I see is mine." She touched the ignition and the keyhole sparked. The engine began to purr. [No, Sadie. Not like a cat, like an engine.] — Rick Riordan

She walked empty handed in the street, where everyone sold their dreams. Ignoring the cold stares of the demon, which guarded it and always craved for the taste of the things every soul hid. At the dead end, it leapt on her. Digging the nails deep into her chest, in the search of the dreams, she hid. Only to be destroyed by the light shot from her heart. The light that blinded the whole world, setting the dreams of others free. — Akshay Vasu