Zickefoose Quotes & Sayings

But it is Tolstoy's understanding of life that the fate of each man and woman is determined by forces beyond their control; these forces include the dictatorship of social demands. — Leo Tolstoy

If you see a man who is so obviously impressed with his own appearance, then you wonder what his priorities are. — Edward N. Ney

Ideas are easy; Saying it is easy; Doing it is difficult. — Steve Wynn

My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk — John Keats

When people don't tell you the truth what they really are saying is they don't value you or their relationship with you enough to be honest. — Shannon L. Alder

Love is divine and pure. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Not that he regretted having killed the guy in Stockton. The one who'd been ready to shoot him over the five crumpled dollar bills in his jeans pocket. He was quite happy to have sent that particular home boy to hell. — L.J.Smith

If he stayed at home and carried on with his normal life he would be a thousand times superior to these people and could get any of them out of his way just with a kick. — Franz Kafka

Musical acts that feign enthusiasm for what they're doing the guitarist who jumps up and down, like it's choreographed are so transparently vacuous. — John Maus

As I said, to put our faith in tangible goals would seem to be, at best, unwise. So we do not strive to be firemen, we do not strive to be bankers, nor policemen, nor doctors. We strive to be ourselves. But don't misunderstand me. I don't mean that we can't be firemen, bankers, or doctors - but that we must make the goal conform to the individual, rather than make the individual conform to the goal...In short, he has not dedicated his life to reaching a pre-defined goal, but he has rather chosen a way of life he knows he will enjoy. The goal is absolutely secondary: it is the functioning toward the goal which is important. — Hunter S. Thompson

She's a girl after my own heart. Food first, conversation later. — Kelly Risser

A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes one remembers well the name, without knowing if anything of the being, whose name it was, survives in these pages. — Marcel Proust