Wizened Crossword Quotes & Sayings

Most of us need something not to walk away from — Josh Stern

Why? Because the Master won't ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way: 34-36 Stomping down hard on luckless prisoners, Refusing justice to victims in the court of High God, Tampering with evidence - the Master does not approve of such things. — Eugene H. Peterson

Equally with every felicity, all miserable events do naturally beget their like. — Herman Melville

I look Asian. I need to go to Japan. — Javier Camara

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain ... Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing. — Karen Marie Moning

You write your first novel with the desperation of the damned. You're afraid that you'll never write anything else, ever again. — Patricia Duncker

Taking the strong believing women as role models for both men and women, clearly indicates that the Quran acknowledges the woman's ability to be a strong person who can overcome any innate weakens in her. — Mohammad Hussein Fadlallah

In the realm of science, all attempts to find any evidence of supernatural beings, of metaphysical concepts, as God, immortality, infinity, etc have thus far failed, and if we are honest, we must confess that in science there exists no God, no immortality, no soul or mind, as distinct from the body. — Charles Proteus Steinmetz

It takes me forever to write songs most of the time. — Mark Linkous

I never expected that. I didn't aim for that. All I wanted was to get some nice pictures of trains at night. — O. Winston Link

I sought my God and my God I couldn't find;
I sought my soul and my soul eluded me;
I sought to serve my brother in his need, and I found all three;
My God, my soul, and thee. — William Blake

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar. — Charles Bukowski