Shinedown Second Quotes & Sayings

Compassion is the key in Islam and Buddhism and Judaism and Christianity. They are profoundly similar. — Karen Armstrong

The books [poetry collections] may not sell, but neither are they given away or thrown away. They tend, more than other books, to fall apart in their owners' hands. Not I suppose good news in a culture and economy built on obsolescence. But for a book to be loved this way and turned to this way for consolation and intense renewable excitement seems to me a marvel. — Louise Gluck

There's a lot of peer pressure to not do positive stories out of Iraq ... I think there's a sense that the administration got a pass during the hot days of war and now that the war is over it's time to even out the deck somewhat. — Jerry Nachman

As a teenager, I would tell the teacher I was sick just so I could lie down in the nurse's office and listen to my headphones, thinking about how that day may be the best day ever, but I'm only capable of acknowledging that from a sickbed, lost in my own world. — Wesley Eisold

I have learned that I will not pay any attention to anything people say about my movies, because people say things that are all over the place. — Paolo Sorrentino

I went for a walk and I stubbed my big toe. And my erection. — Jarod Kintz

She looked up and he was looking at her, too, and it was like kissing - or perhaps the moment just before kissing, or maybe a long time after. — Madeline Ashby

No man who has lived through a temporary spiritual experience is ever likely to forget it. His days will be haunted until he sets out to seek ways and means of repeating it. — Paul Brunton

One's mutual responsibility to any individual determines the role of one person who he is. — Ghumakkad Agantuk Ram

When it comes to saving England, Maggy is Ball's Deep — Denis Thatcher

I hope they understand that I'm not angry, I'm just saying ... Sometimes goodbye is a second chance. — Shinedown

It was in this man's class that I first began to wonder if people who wrote fiction were not suffering from some kind of disorder--from what I've since come to think of, remembering the wild nocturnal rocking of Albert Vetch, as the midnight disease. The midnight disease is a kind of emotional insomnia; at every conscious moment its victim--even if he or she writes at dawn, or in the middle of the afternoon--feels like a person lying in a sweltering bedroom, with the window thrown open, looking up at a sky filled with stars and airplanes, listening to the narrative of a rattling blind, an ambulance, a fly trapped in a Coke bottle, while all around him the neighbors soundly sleep. this is in my opinion why writers--like insomniacs--are so accident-prone, so obsessed with the calculus of bad luck and missed opportunities, so liable to rumination and a concomitant inability to let go of a subject, even when urged repeatedly to do so. — Michael Chabon