Undecaying Memory Quotes & Sayings

I love boxing. I really respect the guys and admire the guys who do it. But, I'm very, very happy with my career as an actor. I made the right choice and things are really working out for me right now, but I won't pretend that there isn't a part of me that always secretly wanted to be a boxer. — Holt McCallany

I love traveling. I like to keep moving. I love the big open spaces in America. — Anthony Hopkins

Every day, people say crappy things about my band or whatever, but I live a positive existence. I got through everything by virtue of having the same passion that I've had through the years. — Andy Biersack

Mohammed personally mapped out seven heavens. If he got to seven, you know there's more. — Patti Smith

Created man cannot become a son of God and god by grace through deification, unless he is first through his own free choice begotten in the Spirit by means of the self-loving and independent power dwelling naturally in him. — Maximus The Confessor

Until you understand your customers - deeply and genuinely - you cannot hope to serve them — Rasheed Ogunlaru

Let us walk into the conference room as equals and not second class citizens. — Martin McGuinness

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said. — John Fowles

The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its name. The ground is the colour of steel. Over most of the plain there isn't a trace of topsoil; only sand and clay. The Belgians call them 'clyttes', these fields, and the further you go towards the sea, the worse the clyttes become. In them, the water is reached by the plough at an average depth of eighteen inches. When it rains (which is almost constantly from early September through to March, except when it snows) the water rises at you out of the ground. It rises from your footprints-and an army marching over a field can cause a flood. In 1916, it was said that you 'waded to the front'. Men and horses sank from sight. They drowned in mud. Their graves, it seemed, just dug themselves and pulled them down. — Timothy Findley

None of [the books are] worth reading. There are no fairy tales, no faerie tails, no sword-swinging princesses or lightning-throwing gods. — Laurie Halse Anderson