Alfred Worden Quotes
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth: a distant memory seen in an instant of repose, crescent shaped, ethereal, beautiful, I wonder which part is home, but I know it doesn't matter... the bond is there in my mind and memory; Earth: a small, bubbly balloon hanging delicately in the nothingness of space.
Alfred Worden
Quotes to Explore
We have this day restored the Sovereign to whom all alone men ought to be obedient. He reigns in Heaven, and with a propitious eye beholds his subjects assuming that freedom of thought, and dignity of self-direction which He bestowed on them. From the rising to the setting sun, may His kingdom cum
Samuel Adams
They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the Rights of Man.
Edmund Burke
Better try to stay wide awake, or you might end up found dead by the lake.
Eminem
It's in this book I was reading. Apparently, there's a little red demon dwarf that haunts the city, and before every major bad thing that's happened, it's appeared to somebody. Last time, he appeared in a Cadillac.
Meg White
The White Stripes
Every one who has a heart and eyes sees that you, working men, are obliged to pass your lives in want and in hard labor, which is useless to you, while other men, who do not work, enjoy the fruits of your labor-that you are the slaves of these men, and that this ought not to exist.
Leo Tolstoy
I don't mind putting my heart out there for the audience, and for the country music fans... to be vulnerable with them... that's my job as an artist.
Tyler Farr
If you are telling the truth, then you can speak gently, and your words will have power.
Chogyam Trungpa
All society is held together by nonviolence even as the earth is held in her position by gravitation.
Mahatma Gandhi
I have eight siblings, and we formed a group called Mac 9. I was Mac 7.
Labrinth
LSD
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth: a distant memory seen in an instant of repose, crescent shaped, ethereal, beautiful, I wonder which part is home, but I know it doesn't matter... the bond is there in my mind and memory; Earth: a small, bubbly balloon hanging delicately in the nothingness of space.
Alfred Worden