Us Justice Portal Quotes & Sayings

My big love was the Beatles. I was more into music. — Gary Oldman

Each reader reads only what is already within himself. The book is only a sort of optical instrument which the writer offers to the reader to enable the latter to discover in himself what he would not have found but for the aid of the book. — Marcel Proust

The more distinctly a man knows, the more intelligent he is, the more pain he has; the man who is gifted with genius suffers most of all. — Arthur Schopenhauer

What terrible harm Wagner did by interspersing his pages of genius with harmonic and modulatory outrages to which both young and old are gradually becoming accustomed and which have procreated d'Indy and Richard Strauss. — Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Gentleness succeeds better than violence. — Jean De La Fontaine

Passion is caring enough about your art that you will do almost anything to give it away, to make it a gift, to change people. — Seth Godin

Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkels and softens the body while it still lives, tots it like a medlar, kills it too at last. — Aldous Huxley

I think any band we played with would be a weird match. We're on our own, a little out there, but it's a good thing. I think we're complimentary to each other. — Jon Crosby

Where do you think you're going?" Dr. Nokes demanded ... . "What do you have for directions?" And Dad ... said, "I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen — Leif Enger

Ialways think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians.
So I'm never quite sure why we eat Turkey like everybody else. (101) — Sherman Alexie

The gate is small because truth guards the entrance. The way is narrow because the Lord protects us with wise boundaries. — Charles Stanley

I could not resist the clarity of the world in books, the incredibly satisfying way in which life became weighty and accessible. Books were reality. I hadn't made up my own mind about my own life, a vague, dreamy affair, amorphous and dimly perceived, without beginning or end. — Frank Conroy

I felt her exhale against my lips. With each exhale, I took in her breath, I drank her into me, realizing that she was mine. Forever and always, no matter what the future may hold. Each day, I longed for her. Each day, I loved her more. As my eyes faded and her hands lay against my chest, I knew life was never truly broken; it was simply bruised some days, and bruises healed with time. Time was able to make me whole again. — Brittainy C. Cherry