Weerasinghe Sujan Quotes & Sayings

I just don't want to do a movie because it paid me a lot of money. — Charles S. Dutton

The higher the unemployment rate, the more leverage I have to 'encourage' you to 'do what it takes' to keep your job. And so you work even more hours, pushing unemployment up and wages down. And that, my friends, is one of the little tricks that keeps you poor and me rich. — Nick Hanauer

A soul cannot be broken. It is not a teacup. If you have suffered abuse of any kind, know that perfection exists untarnished within you. — Jewel

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away. — Dorothy Parker

She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she? — Bangambiki Habyarimana

I'm not very firey, but when I go, I go. I don't shout, I just get upset. — Nikki Sanderson

I think Temple is wrong. I don't think I'd dig that kind of art party at all. — Kathleen Glasgow

'Love and gratitude' are the words that must serve as the guide for the world. — Masaru Emoto

flags would be their final memory of loved ones. "Did Glen have any news?" Carolyn asked. Though the censors would not let them mention anything in their letters, men at the front sometimes heard about planned — Amanda Harte

The majority of people who don't have Internet, don't have the Internet because they don't know why they want to use the Internet. — Mark Zuckerberg

I'm sure that's what you want to here, right? — Lily Harper Hart

We are the Children of Stardust.
The Seekers of Truth and ever growing Wisdom of Nature.
Our beliefs may change, our form may alter, and even our World may crumble,
but our Essence will live in this Universe forever! — Carla VanKoughnett

Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors,
And all this our very utmost toil
Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength
Whether in oxen or in men, we dull
The edges of our ploughshares, and in return
Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed,
And so today the farmer shakes his head,
More and more often sighing that his work,
The labour of his hands, has come to naught. — Lucretius

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for? — Nick Drake