Uninstructed Clamps Quotes & Sayings

Philosophical dogma doesn't interest me. — Bob Dylan

Remembrance is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away. — Charles Francis Richter

When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies. — Khalil Gibran

Sehwag shall be remembered for his explosive and natural cricketing skills. Wish him all success on his birthday. — Rajeev Shukla

And he wanted no more of those other Puritan specialties: schools and books. In Virginia, he said, I thank God, there are no free schools nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years; for learning has brought disobedience, and heresy, and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both! — Edmund S. Morgan

Pushy bottom--that's a bit of a stereotype."

"A Dom who isn't pushing--that's a bit of an oxymoron," Stunt challenged him. — Lyn Gala

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle. — James Russell Lowell

If I'm preparing for something and I've got a huge day the next day, I have to get into character the night before to assess the scene. I can't assess a scene unless I'm in character, if that makes sense. — Samantha Morton

Perhaps the highest goodness attainable is a life of service to all mankind. Such an ideal is supported in nearly every page in the Gospels-the parables, the sermons, and the countless acts of service by our Lord Himself. The ideal is not limited to any particular kind of service, nor a given quantity of service. The ideal is accepting life itself as a trust to be used in the welfare of mankind. It is a life that is glad for the chance to be of any help, an attitude that 'service is the rent we pay for our own room on earth.' (Lord Halifax) — Obert C. Tanner

It's Janine, telling about how she was gang-raped at fourteen and had an abortion. She told the same story last week. She seemed almost proud of it, while she was telling. It may not even be true. At Testifying, it's safer to make things up than to say you have nothing to reveal. But since it's Janine, it's probably more or less true. But whose fault was it? Aunt Helena says, holding up one plump finger. Her fault, her fault, her fault, we chant in unison. Who led them on? Aunt Helena beams, pleased with us. She did. She did. She did. Why did God allow such a terrible thing to happen? Teach her a lesson. Teach her a lesson. Teach her a lesson. Last — Margaret Atwood

My love for you it sings,
It cries
My love for you it dreams,
It wake's
My love for you it gives,
It takes
My love for you it lives,
But never dies. — Dave Guerrero