Stringer Bell Death Quotes & Sayings

Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts. — Paramahansa Yogananda

I'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you can't stand. I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I'm not afraid of your dark. — Andrea Gibson

The Fifties and Sixties were years of unreal optimism about weather forecasting. Newspapers and magazines were filled with hope for weather science, not just for prediction but for modification and control. Two technologies were maturing together: the digital computer and the space satellite. — James Gleick

Zen Buddhism does not preach. Sermons remain words. It waits until people feel stifled and insecure, driven by a secret longing. — Eugen Herrigel

Let the planet be convulsed with exploding bombs. — Milan Kundera

The hallmark of a healthy society has always been measured by how it cares for the disadvantaged. — Joni Eareckson Tada

I don't know if that result's enough to life Birmingham off the bottom of the table, although it'll certainly take them above Sunderland — Mike Ingham

As far back as I can remember, these are the first movies, the Universal horror movies where I knew the title of the film and I also knew the names of the actors in those films. — Benicio Del Toro

Love ... , ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come. — Marcel Proust

You are embarrassed." She leaned over to kiss him, and while he was distracted, snatched
the disc. "That's cute. Really cute."
"Shut up. Give me that."
"I don't think so." Delighted, she danced back a step and held the disc out of reach. "I bet
this is very hot. Aren't you curious?"
"No." He made a grab, but she was very quick. "Eve, give me the damn thing."
"This is fascinating." She edged back toward the open patio doors. "The sophisticated,seen-it-all Roarke is blushing. — J.D. Robb

Universalism as an ideal is as old as nay, is probably much more ancient than the Christian ideal. — Arthur Keith

How cruel is the golden rule
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated?
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me.
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see (everyone to see).
And pray they don't grow up to be — Fall Out Boy

Maybe there isn't a God after all, maybe there's only a universe rotating by itself like a millstone. — Gao Xingjian

I'd been reading Daniel Defoe's Journal of the Plague Year when the [1992 Los Angeles] riots broke out and I began to see them both - L.A. and the London plague - as the same event. A time of crisis. A time when rich and poor get thrown together - and, suddenly one sees alternatives. I began to think about what happens when the containment of a presumed danger through the regimentation of space breaks down, such as when South-Central L.A. began to invade Beverly Hills. — Naomi Wallace

If you can realistically render
a cypress tree, would you include one when commissioned to paint
a sailor in the midst of a shipwreck? — Horace