Tekniikka Talous Quotes & Sayings

I hallowed out my Bible to put another, smaller Bible inside. — Christy Leigh Stewart

Why did you save me just now? (Angelia)
I'm a dog, remember? We're loyal even when it's stupid. (Fury) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

No matter how great the differences are between men and women, the differences among members of the same sex are usually equally great if not greater. — Joyce Brothers

A lot of people have asked me to do answer phone messages for them. — Andy Serkis

I'd loved to wear jeans and t-shirts, but everybody was in the peace movement back then. And that was my ploy. I had to be careful not to say things like 'I like meat.' Actually I just wanted to drink beer and to screw. — Ed O'Neill

That fellow was like all of us: descended from good people who were stolen from their families and country, sailed over the sea, and forced into slavery. 'We don't let them steal our dignity,' that preacher said. Richard, his name was. He said they cannot steal our honor, our strength, or our love." "True words," I said. "Do you know what he said about this America?" Henry asked. I shook my head. "Remember, lads?" Henry asked his mates. "Join with me. He said, 'This land . . .'" A half dozen voices spoke with Henry, strong black men sharing the preacher's words like a hymn or a prayer. "'Which we have watered with our tears and our blood, is now our mother country.'" The words drifted up to the stars with the sparks from the fire. "We go to war, Missus Isabel," Henry added, "in order to make our mother country, this land, free for everyone. — Laurie Halse Anderson

Ye'll ken the Declaration of Arbroath, will ye? Four hundred years since, it was our sires, our grandsires, who put their hands to these words: ... for as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule." He stopped to steady his voice, then went on. "It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom - for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself. — Diana Gabaldon

Have you noticed how often it happens that a really good idea
the kind of idea that looks, as it approaches, like the explanation for everything about everything
tends to hover near at hand when you are thinking hard about something quite different? There you are, halfway into a taxi, thinking about the condition of the cartilage in the right knee joint, and suddenly, with a whirring sound, in flies a new notion looking for a place to light. You'd better be sure you have a few bare spots, denuded of anything like thought, ready for its perching, or it will fly away into the dark. — Lewis Thomas