Urrego Surviving Quotes & Sayings

When I first started, it was the real basic stuff that was being played on the radio, so I was into Zeppelin, and Sabbath, and AC/DC, and all stuff like that. I grew up in New York, on Long Island, so the local radio stations played all that kind of thing. — John Petrucci

The church is like Noah's ark. It stinks, but if you get out of it, you'll drown. — Shane Claiborne

What do you do when something you work on defeats you? — Nick Stone

What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good? — Ken Akamatsu

Comparatively, we are so much quicker to return favors and to pay our debts to mortals - and we should be responsive and grateful. But what of Him who gave us mortal life itself, who will ere long give us all immortality, and who proffers to the faithful the greatest gift of all, eternal life? We are poor bookkeepers, indeed! — Neal A. Maxwell

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too. — Tennessee Williams

The spirituality that we need to develop for social change is one that mobilizes us for social change. — Marshall B. Rosenberg

You have to have a fundamental change in the culture of policing, and who is the police person. How do they change? How do you learn from England and the other places, or Australia? In England, they don't carry guns on the whole. It's a different kind of mentality that does not demonize, and it's justified on race and income and class. — Marian Wright Edelman

John Laroche: You know why I like plants?
Susan Orlean: Nuh uh.
John Laroche: Because they're so mutable. Adaptation is a profound process. Means you figure out how to thrive in the world.
Susan Orlean: [pause] Yeah but it's easier for plants. I mean they have no memory. They just move on to whatever's next. With a person though, adapting almost shameful. It's like running away. — Charlie Kaufman

I didn't like to be restricted, because when you're in a choir, you have a part to sing and you sing it. I always liked singing on my own. — Tom Jones

Why don't we just say it already?" He smirked. "I mean come on now."
I eyed him carefully not knowing where to step. "What is it you think we want to say?"
"That we love each other. I kick myself every time I stopped myself from saying it. And I know you love me and that's all that matters," he said, pulling me close instead of away this time. We stared at the water in a shared silence.
My mind wished I could say the same thing, but knowing if I wanted to was the problem. Did I even know how? — Holly Hood

Even the most sober of us is liable to have his head turned by success. — Agatha Christie