Ullis Gang Quotes & Sayings

Literature always anticipates life. It doesn't copy it but moulds it to it's purpose. — Oscar Wilde

Truth is a torch, but a terrific one; therefore we all try to reach it with closed eyes, lest we should be scorched. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Respect is one of life's greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don't have that? — Marilyn Monroe

Something else you should really know about me. When I get nervous, my fingers shake. I've noticed this a lot recently. When mother and father argue and their voices are falling around the small family apartment, when their voices are banging against my bedroom door, I can feel my fingers start to move. I tell my fingers to stop and, sometimes, they do. But if I look at my hands closely, once I've told them to stop, and I try to focus on keeping them as still as possible, I notice that they are still moving. — Kerem Mermutlu

It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect on him, that Swann remarked Odette's resemblance to the Zipporah of that Alessandro de Mariano to whom more people willingly give his popular surname, Botticelli, now that it suggests not so much the actual work of the Master as that false and banal conception of it which has of late obtained common currency. — Marcel Proust

Every type of socialism is unworkable because economic calculation is impossible in a socialist community. — Ludwig Von Mises

I've said that anyone who doesn't contradict himself is a dogmatist, and every dogmatist is a reactionary. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Part of loving kids is laying down fencelines. They need to know immediately when they've crossed a line; otherwise the lesson doesn't get learned. — Carew Papritz

A lot of people have already labeled me the Savior. — Robert Griffin III

I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost. — E. Lockhart