Walgenbach Lawlor Quotes & Sayings

I think it's absurd to talk about - one time you were outside the system, now you are in the system - no, we fight, the cause of the fight is because the system is bad that we can't get out of it. — Huey Newton

For thousands of years we have been searching for happiness. Happiness is the lost paradise. Humans have worked so hard to reach this point, and this is part of the evolution of the mind. This is the future of humanity. This way of life is possible, and it's in your hands. Moses called it the Promised Land, Buddha called it Nirvana, Jesus called it Heaven, and the Toltecs call it a New Dream. Unfortunately, — Miguel Ruiz

There is no God, and conversation is a dying art. — Raymond Carver

I have to say, Middleton, I didn't think you'd have it in you."
He's looking me over, and I know what he meant was that I don't look the part. I'm too frail. Too small.
"Maybe you shouldn't think then," I retort. — Candace Knoebel

When you have God behind you, you can come out on top every time. — Alvin C. York

Islam is not part of the problem in combating violent extremism - it is an important part of promoting peace. — Barack Obama

Therefore nothing were better for us than soon to be conveyed to the last dance, and covered with shovels. — Martin Luther

His face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killing. — Bram Stoker

Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his happiness. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

They were photographs you had to explain, which meant they were a failure. — Anna Quindlen

The only thing that really annoys me is when all of a sudden you hear yourself on the radio advertising Smith's tyre shop or Blenkinsop's jam. They simply can't do that. And in Australia, occasionally I have to take action. — Richie Benaud

An ill principle in the mind is worse than the matter of a disease in the body. — Benjamin Whichcote

They rested and had a light meal, talking quietly and listening from time to time. Twilight was about them as they crept back to the lane. The West wind was sighing in the branches. Leaves were whispering. Soon the road began to fall gently but steadily into the dusk. A star came out above the trees in the darkening East before them. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Little notes, scrawled on half-sheets of paper, and letters, when he was away, page after page, intimate, their news. Her voice, echoing through the house, and down the garden, careless and familiar like the writing in the book.
And I had to call him Maxim. — Daphne Du Maurier