Zdme Quotes & Sayings

But of course, instead of saying something honest like Yes, bitch, it hurts, Damon just shrugged. — J.C. Daniels

It's all right, darling. I can't stand people who are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at seven in the morning. Give me a girl who only gets going after ten! — Elizabeth Jane Howard

The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. — Douglas Adams

I'm not impressed should someone tell me that a certain man I consider crazy or stupid surpasses a common man in many achievements and particulars of life. Epileptics have amazing strength when they go into seizure; paranoiacs have an ability to reason that few normal men can match; religious maniacs bring multitudes of believers together as few (if any) demagogues can, and with a force of conviction that the latter can't inspire in their followers. And all that this proves is that craziness is craziness. I prefer a defeat that knows the beauty of flowers to a victory in the desert, full of blindness in the soul, alone with its isolated nothingness. — Fernando Pessoa

Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work. — A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance or my kindness for weakness. Compassion and tolerance are not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength. — Dalai Lama

The gatekeepers must change. — Prince

With a single breath you can change your brain and transform your approach to everyday life. — Randy Kamen

You know, modern liberals are just, I think frankly, totally off the deep end ... their only answer is to yell racism and hide. — Newt Gingrich

Somehow, without noticing, Mosca had become old enough to hear about such things. — Frances Hardinge

Everything must have a beginning ... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before. — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Jesse couldn't picture a more desolate setting to meet his end. He watched the water drops gather and slide down the windshield, remembered how as a child he'd pretend they were eating each other, tried to pretend he was sitting in the back of his daddy's car now heading over to Grandma's for dinner. — Brom

An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards. — F Scott Fitzgerald