Skillerns Drug Quotes & Sayings

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why. — Andy Warhol

When human beings are involved, statistics become a frightful game that I cannot play. People have said to me: 'But what are a few dozen casualties compared to the whole population?' 'Does it matter that a few churches have burned down since the city has survived?' These measurements I reject. The kingdom of man is not to be surveyed in this way. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Splatter the brain matter of my enemies, with the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy — Canibus

Expect the best and get it. — Norman Vincent Peale

I have talents that I'm not supposed to have: I can tell who crushes on who by how they stand, I can read strides, I can hear the tonal differences between an alto and a soprano singing the same line so clearly that to me they sing entirely different notes, and I can read through the lines and tell when a person doesn't need to be writing at all. That, that is what makes me a snob, because I cannot abide a person putting pen to paper or fingers on keys when they don't need to, when word choice is not as relevant and demanding and essential to them as breathing and syntax is about being correct and not about being evocative. — Julia Bascom

In the third century after Christ the faith continued to spread. — Kenneth Scott Latourette

As water shapes its flow in accordance with the ground, so an army manages its victory in accordance with the situation of the enemy. — Sun Tzu

You've already done something pretty empowering. Well, she did, August said, dipping his head in my direction. — Kiera Cass

My fans are so important to me, and I would never want to disappoint them. — Selena Gomez

If you stop struggling, then you stop life. — Huey Newton

The days diminished. Light lasted just six hours, and it was a feeble light. Mabel organized her hours into patterns - wash, mend, cook, wash, mend, cook - and tried not to imagine floating beneath the ice like a yellow leaf. — Eowyn Ivey