Walda Winchell Quotes & Sayings

There is no reason to feel lost, for: Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, No birth, identity, form
no object of the world, Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing; ... The body, sluggish, aged, cold
the embers left from earlier fires, ... shall duly flame again. — Nicholas Sparks

The important thing is to keep them pledging," he explained to his cohorts. "It doesn't matter whether they mean it or not. That's why they make little kids pledge allegiance even before they know what 'pledge' and 'allegiance' mean. — Joseph Heller

That's what you men are always doing; it's so barbarously naive. You feel one of your loose desires for some woman, and because you desire her strongly you immediately accuse her of luring you on, of deliberately provoking and inviting the desire. — Aldous Huxley

If you really want to succeed, you'll have to go for it every day like I do. The big time isn't for slackers. Keep up your mental stamina and remain curious. I think that bored people are unintelligent people. — Donald Trump

I'm going to try to be better than I ever was. — Ben Roethlisberger

I knew they were cruel. Maybe I felt ... sorry for him." I snort. "Sorry for me? I could've handled those guys." "They smashed the back of your head in with a board from my house. — Kendare Blake

I wouldn't trade growing up on the farm in Yolo (you only live once) County for anything in the world. I prefer the world I grew up in, and not the world I am growing old in. — Lorraine Rominger

Isn't it daft? We make millions off people buying fuel and burning it, creating the greenhouse gases that caused these hurricanes to happen, sending prices back up for us to make millions off again.") — Leah Mcgrath Goodman

The ideal society has yet to be built - one which balances nicely collective well-being and individual well-being. — Peace Pilgrim

She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She'll never forgive the audacity of the storm's neglect. — Laura Kreitzer