Siewert Type Quotes & Sayings

And yet I don't suppose that ten per cent of the proletariat live correctly. — Oscar Wilde

There are poor white people who hear rap music and feel it is about them, because it is. That's why you have an Eminem and a Bubba Sparxxx and rappers like that. — Russell Simmons

Here's a little newsflash for those reporters and commentators: I'm not going to Washington to seek their good opinion. I'm going to Washington to serve this great country. — Sarah Palin

Libertarianism is a theory of politics that is so compelling that once you have absorbed it, it becomes the lens through which you end up understanding all economic and political events. — Llewellyn Rockwell

Our parents prayer is the most beautiful poetry and expectations — CG9sYXJhZGl0aWE=

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die. — W. H. Auden

Drum on your drums, batter on your banjos, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. — Carl Sandburg

The veterans of our military services have put their lives on the line to protect the freedoms that we enjoy. They have dedicated their lives to their country and deserve to be recognized for their commitment. — Judd Gregg

I just don't think it's true that people can't do something else after they've done something that seems so permanent. — Steve Burns

Do you think that too," she said, "that I have slept too long in the moonlight? — Jean Rhys

Upturned face.
Parted lips.
The good-night kiss he couldn't leave without.
Only, Megan's lips were stiff and unyielding. She didn't pull away. It might almost have been better if she had. Instead, she'd allowed the kiss to occur, taking it with the same cool detachment offered in her words. — Mira Lyn Kelly

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way. — Libba Bray

So you know what your punishment is going to be, sweetheart? I'm going to make love to you. Slowly. Hell, it might take me until tomorrow. I'm going to lose count of how many times you come. And every time you do, I'm going to tell you that I love you. Until you fucking get used to it. — Tessa Bailey

Now no sign, no scorch or char, marks the place where George built the fire. Remarkable, earth's strength to restore itself and erase human effort. But memory, stronger still, can send flames as high as the roof, and shift the wind and choke George and sting his eyes with smoke ... — Larry Watson