Sovern Construction Quotes & Sayings

And LO and BEHOLD, I was on BOTH the six AND eleven o'clock newscasts!
AND all the commercials, as well! ('Day of the drag queen at one area high school, controversy at six!')
And it must have been a slow night because I was the SECOND PIECE of the night! The granny suicide bomber got the lead. BITCH! But I managed to beat out the president's pulled groin and day six of the Jessica Simpson chapped-lip crisis! — James St. James

The idea that America exists in a culture of violence is bullshit. What America exists in is a culture of Kardashian. — Stephen King

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless. — Dejan Stojanovic

I do have a couple of pets, but I am determined to keep them out of the media spotlight. — Jason Gann

There's a war between two wolves inside everybody. One is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other's good. It's love, peace, beauty, happiness, truth, hope, joy, humility, kindness, and empathy.

"Who wins...?"

"The one you feed". — MK Asante

Who knows? Have patience. Go where you must go, and hope! — J.R.R. Tolkien

The problem of knowledge is that there are many more books on birds written by ornithologists than books on birds written by birds and books on ornithologists written by birds — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Whenever anything nice happens in the world I always expect something appalling to happen immediately afterwards. — Charlie Brooker

The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight. — H.P. Lovecraft

Yes, he remembered it perfectly. He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain young, and the portrait grow old; that his own beauty might be untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood. Surely his wish had not been fulfilled? Such things were impossible. It — Oscar Wilde

Who knows what death, anxiety of the living,
Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving
I could say to myself of the love (I had):
Let it not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts. — Vinicius De Moraes