Sirrus Specialized Quotes & Sayings

You wanna know my occupation?
I get paid to rock the nation.
I go to work. — Kool Moe Dee

This is me, Clive Anderson, saying good night. Good night. — Clive Anderson

Life is never completely without its challenges. — Stan Lee

I have come a hundred miles," said a minister, "to get some of Mr. Moody's spirit." " You don't want my spirit," was the reply. "What you want is the Spirit of God. — Dwight L. Moody

Nature and society are so replete with startling contrasts that wit often consists in the mere statement and comparison of facts, as when Hume says that the ancient Muscovites wedded their wives with a whip instead of a ring. — Edwin Percy Whipple

Remember, the first road to God is prayer, the second is joy. — Paulo Coelho

Prayers are to men as dolls are to children. — Samuel Butler

Have you seen the cover of Newsweek? They have Martha Stewart on the cover, but it's not actually Martha. It's a doctored photo. They put Martha's head on a slimmer woman's body. And Martha was very upset about this. She said, 'Hey, if I wanted my face on another woman's body, I'd stay in prison.' — Jay Leno

Actors don't have real value. — Uwe Boll

Story, fantasy, still go on, and should go on. The Evangelium has not abrogated legends; it has hallowed them, especially the happy ending. — J.R.R. Tolkien

This summer I have discovered something totally useless. — Peter Higgs

I assume that if God is anything like Jesus, then living in fear is a waste of time. — Tripp Fuller

You have to be very fast-thinking, creative, and mobile. It is key to making a business move. — Jack Dangermond

The key is just to ignore the pain, because physical comedy only works if you see someone get hurt and they aren't actually hurt. If someone gets hit in the face with a bat, falls down, and gets back up, it's funny. If they stay down and their jaw is wired shut in the next scene, it's really tragic and weird. You have to pretend it doesn't hurt. — Chris Pratt

But it did not all happen in a day, this giving over of himself, body and soul, to the man-animals. He could not immediately forego his wild heritage and his memories of the Wild. There were days when he crept to the edge of the forest and stood and listened to something calling him far and away. — Jack London