Spanlock Quotes & Sayings

I just swung for the fence. That's my whole philosophy in life. — Ronnie Van Zant

The illegal trade in apes has little to do with poverty. It is instead generated by the rich and powerful. — Ofir Drori

All of life's experiences are teachers in some sense, challenging us to grow and evolve. Although the Persecutor certainly provokes a reaction, the Challenger elicits a response by encouraging the Creator to acquire new knowledge, skill, or insight. Both roles provoke change, but in different ways. — David Emerald Womeldorff

Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories. — Cassandra Clare

I arrived in San Francisco in January 1951. After the Second World War, the population was so uprooted. Soldiers came back home for brief periods and took off again. So the population was very fluid, and suddenly it was as if the continent tilted west. The whole population slid west. It took 10 years for America to coalesce into a new culture. And the new culture happened in San Francisco, not New York. — Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Whatever humans have learned had to be learned as a consequence only of trial and error experience. Humans have learned only through mistakes. — R. Buckminster Fuller

I'm left with Haymitch in the rubble, wondering if Finnick's fate would have one day been mine. Why not? Snow could have gotten a really good price for the girl on fire. — Suzanne Collins

Mindfulness is the cure for everything; the essence of being alive. — Ellen Langer

There is, then, a world immune from change. But I am not composed enough, standing on tiptoe on the verge of fire, still scorched by the hot breath, afraid of the door opening and the leap of the tiger, to make even one sentence. What I say is perpetually contradicted. Each time the door opens I am interrupted. I am not yet twenty-one. I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room. — Virginia Woolf