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| .s.a.y. w.h.a.t. |
| If I were ever to write a personal ad, it would say 'leave me alone'. --Angelina Jolie |
| It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I just beat people up. --Muhammed Ali |
| When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you. --Friedrich Nietzshe |
| Writing does not cause misery, it is born of misery. --Montaigne |
| The forces that affect our lives, the influences that mold and shape us, are often like whispers in a distant room, teasingly indistinct, apprehended only with difficulty. --Charles Dickens |
| This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper. --T. S. Eliot, 'The Hollow Men' |
| Personality is born out of pain. --J. B. Yeats |
| Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions. --David Borenstein |
| This above all; to thine own self be true. --William Shakespeare |
| When they discover the center of the universe, a lot of people are going to be disappointed that they are not it. --Bernard Bailey |
| Sour, sweet, bitter, pungent, all must be tasted. --Chinese proverb |
| People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use. --Kierkegaard |
| We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe. --Johann von Goethe |
| Insanity--a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world. --R. D. Lang |
| I saw an angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. --Michelangelo |
| It is not length of life, but depth of life. --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
| It requires wisdom to understand wisdom: the music is nothing if the audience is deaf. --Walter Lippman |
| What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. --T. S. Eliot, 'Four Quartets' |
| Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way... --Metallica, 'No Leaf Clover' |
| Is anybody even there, who doesn't just pretend to care? --Oleander, 'Are you There' |
| the window burns to light the way back a light that warms no matter where they've gone they're off to find the hero of the day but what if they should fall by someone's wicked way |