Songkhla International Speedway Quotes & Sayings

If you really want to love humanity, then you have to love humanity as it is now. — Sri Chinmoy

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. — Ernest Hemingway,

The ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of its malice. — William Hazlitt

Age doesn't protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age. — Jeanne Moreau

I would love to interview Dave Grohl. I just think he's an amazing musician, and I grew up listening to Nirvana, so I have so many questions about that. — Malin Akerman

Prose should have a flow, the forward momentum of a certain energized weight; it should feel like a voice tumbling in your ear. — John Updike

He traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
"It's a very permanent sort of reminder."
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. "They were really bad mistakes. — Ruthie Knox

Proportion and propriety are among the best secrets of domestic wisdom; and there is no surer test of integrity than a well-proportioned expenditure. — Hannah More

Pillsbury shouted the only word that came to mind. Ow! — Laura Hillenbrand

For the curse of Cain, the curse of being an outcast and a wanderer over the face of the earth has been removed ... — Abba Hillel Silver

Her eyes are green, angry. Her nipples are hard. Lust is absurd. It strikes in the strangest places at the oddest times. She doesn't even realize she's feeling it. She's erected a barricade of propriety and lies between us. I despise the type of woman she is. I loathe her soft pink innocence. My body doesn't concur. I wonder why her? Why not, say, a streetlamp, for all we have in common? She's chiffon and satin ribbons. I'm raw meat and razor blades. I have never been drawn to my opposite. I like what I am. — Karen Marie Moning

Beside the china-cupboard and beneath Ratafee stood Emma's harp, a green harp ornamented with gilt scrolls and acanthus leaves in the David manner. When Laura was little she would sometimes steal into the empty drawing-room and pluck the strings which remained unbroken. They answered with a melancholy and distracted voice, and Laura would pleasantly frighten herself with the thought of Emma's ghost coming back to make music with cold fingers, stealing into the empty drawing-room as noiselessly as she had done. But Emma's was a gentle ghost. — Sylvia Townsend Warner

Wallowing in self-pity was only warranted on rainy, dismal days. — Jenni James

It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. — Tallulah Bankhead

Evil then results from imperfection. — Philip James Bailey