Unscared Quotes & Sayings

Children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison. — Salman Rushdie

Nonviolence does not require any outside or outward training. — Mahatma Gandhi

I have to say I have an incredible musical education because of my father. — Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

If any man has a ghost
Bourne has a ghost
a tiny twisted unscared ghost in a black cloak
hopping along the grimy old brick and brownstone streets still left in downtown New York,
crying out in a shrill soundless giggle:
War is the health of the State. — John Dos Passos

There are just so many young designers now. — Jack McCollough

The problems of today's youth were no longer a Sunday supplement, or a news broadcast, or anything so remote and intangible. They were suddenly become a dirty, shivering boy, who told us that in this world we had built for him with our sweat and our blood, he was not only tired of living, but so unscared of dying that he did it daily, sometimes for recreation. — Spider Robinson

If we let it, unglued will allow us to become humbly and beautifully broken before Him. — Lysa TerKeurst

I'm sure at one point I will do some acting again, but it would have to be the right thing. I'm not going to do it just because people are offering it to me. Not for those box-office, bullshit, money, noncreative people. But I'll do it when it's right to do it. — Lenny Kravitz

The two people I like most - outside my family - have secrets that I don't ask about. Momma says it's a flaw. She says I should be more interested; that people like to be asked about themselves. I should find out what made them who they are. I look at Shoogy and Bobby and think it doesn't matter 'cause the past doesn't always make sense of the present. — Angela Johnson

Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.

Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.

Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby. — Louisa May Alcott