Martin Luther Quotes
We know that death never skips or spares anybody and that no one ever returns. And yet we go on like the blind, who see as little at midday as in the pitch-dark night. We do not take these examples to heart; we do not realize that today or tomorrow our turn will come.
Martin Luther
Quotes to Explore
I love listening to songs that are from the heart and that touch the heart. So, love is the preferred theme for most of the songs that I sing.
Kailash Kher
G.I. Joe has a heart and an attitude that feels right and familiar to me, so they could have ray guns, and they'd still feel more like real troops than many other franchises.
Karen Traviss
Marry an outdoors woman. Then if you throw her out into the yard on a cold night, she can still survive.
W. C. Fields
I learned a lot from playing those late-night, 1-to-4 A.M. gigs with my band, and playing when no one was listening.
Rachel Platten
People on death row, the treatment of animals, women's right to choose. So much in America is based on religious fundamentalist Christianity. Grow up! This is the modern world!
Eddie Vedder
Pearl Jam
The heart of the theater is the play itself, how it dramatizes life to make it meaningful entertainment. To achieve depth and universality, the playwright must subject himself to intense critique, to know human character and behavior, and finally to construct art from the most mundane of human experience.
F. Sionil Jose
Franklin was the best known of the Founding Fathers. His death could not go without some sort of official notice. The House of Representatives, after listening to a brief tribute by James Madison, voted to wear badges of mourning for two months and then got on with business.
Edmund Morgan
I love driving in the city at night.
Waris Ahluwalia
When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.
Victoria Woodhull
I might be better able to help parents of dying children, but for quite a while I felt less able, too emotionally involved. And from that time on, I could rarely discuss the death of a child without tears welling up into my eyes.
C. Everett Koop
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine,Two shadows starting to softly combine.The picture they're paintingIs one of the heart;And to those who have seen it,It's a true work of art.Oh, the red strokes,Passions uncaged;Thundering moments of tenderness rage.Oh, the red strokes,Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn),Burning the night like the dawn.
Garth Brooks
Perched up high on a rooftop,like a bird I'm having evil thoughts,A black hood covers my faceas death flows through my mind at its own pace.
Eric Lynn Wright
