Zamanla Lil Quotes & Sayings

Levi's can produce many more Western jeans than we can and make them at a better price. — Calvin Klein

Sometimes I have visions of myself driving through hell, selling sulphur and brimstone, or through heaven peddling refreshments to the roaming souls. If me and the children I've got left could find a place where there's no shooting, I wouldn't mind a few years of peace and quiet. — Bertolt Brecht

Problems don't actually exist. They're just the hallucinogenic effects of people being weirded out on what they think life is supposed to be. — Richelle E. Goodrich

I'm crazy about cars, about boats, about airplanes, about anything mechanical - I'm just a boy, really, and my clients are like boys, too. — Richard Mille

I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy. — Bob Dylan

Speakers find joy in public speaking when they realize that a speech is all about the audience, not the speaker. Most speakers are so caught up in their own concerns and so driven to cover certain points or get a certain message across that they can't be bothered to think in more than a perfunctory way about the audience. And the irony is, of course, that there is no hope of getting your message across if that's all the energy you put into the audience. So let go, and give the moment to the audience. — Nick Morgan

That was a very different emotion and I felt Dido's words would be good and I had a template with my voice in it. Then, when he heard it, he wanted both our voices together in it and that's the scene when he sees the boy and then he gets charged to go on that final cutting effort. — A.R. Rahman

There are children in Africa, starving to death, and you don't hear them whinging. — Tim Minchin

Yeah, I know I've changed. Nothing gets to me anymore.
Well, okay, except for stuff in the past. Back then I was all innocent and trusting and didn't know anything. Now I know plenty and you can't fucking touch me. — Laura Wiess

Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it. — Rumi

When the name was in the room, it came to pass that the murderer, abashed, opened up, and there sprang forth, like a Glory, from his pitiable fragments, an altar on which there lay, in the roses, a woman of light and flesh.

The alter undulated on a foul mud into which it sank: the murderer. — Jean Genet