Udsis Quotes & Sayings

Larry: She doesn't want to be happy.
Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing. — Patrick Marber

Hatred is blind; rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught. — Alexandre Dumas

I feel compelled to say fuck you fuck you to those of you who have absolutely no regard for me as a person. You have raped me harder than you'll ever know. So again I say fuck you although this phrase has totally lost its meaning. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU. — Kurt Cobain

All human actions are equivalent and all are on principle doomed to failure. — Jean-Paul Sartre

We never get sick of each other. That's how sick we are. — Roseanne Barr

Does he or she know you, like you, and trust you? Does he want to see you succeed? Does she want to help you find new business? If so, then you have yourself a 'Personal Walking Ambassador.' — Bob Burg

A king is the first servant and first magistrate of the state. — Frederick The Great

Knowing that we can make a difference in this world is a great motivator. How can we know this and not be involved? — Susan Jeffers

There's a burden of representation that comes into play when there aren't enough representatives of a certain group in popular culture. — G. Willow Wilson

You got responsibilities when you're a leader. You got a responsibility not to kill too many of your men. Or who're you going to lead? — Mark Lawrence

Maybe if I didn't have the talent in chess I'd find the talent in something else. The only thing I know is that I have talent in chess, and I'm satisfied with that. — Magnus Carlsen

I felt at once that her opinion of me--her feeling towards me--was unchanged and unchangeable. I knew by her stony eye--opaque to tenderness, indissoluble to tears--that she was resolved to consider me bad to the last; because to believe me good would give her no generous pleasure: only a sense of mortification. — Charlotte Bronte