Feliz Domingo Quotes

#1. They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.

Rebecca Wells

#2. Whenever two people meet, there are really six people present. There is each man as he sees himself, each man as the other person sees him, and each man as he really is.

William James

#3. An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.

Noel Coward

#4. We must not forget; but we must forgive. Suffering often such compassion from the Jewish community. It was Jewish groups in the US who were in the forefront in opposing the ethnic cleansing of Muslim in Bosnia.

George Soros

#5. I was in Lahore before the partition, so I don't believe that a border can truly separate Punjab. I still think of it as one.

Yash Chopra

#6. The state's interest in effective crime-fighting should never vitiate the citizens' Bill of Rights.

John Ashcroft

#7. If the nose has become a deeply disillusioned and grief-stricken organ in the modern world, then what of the ear? The poor little ear - such an innocent, intelligent and sensitive creature; in these times of such flagrant sonic brutality, the sense within the ear has much to contend with.

Michael Leunig

#8. To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.

Neil Gaiman

#9. I'm aware of my songs. I'm aware of them because they're about true emotions, true feelings, things that matter.

John Lydon

#10. If it ain't tubes, we don't do it.

Richard Smalley

#11. In voiceover, you have to restrain yourself when you're acting in the sound booth in front of the microphone. If you lean left or you lean right, you're going to lose the voice. Yet you yourself become animated when you're doing the part. So you'll see a lot of flailing arms, but a very still face.

Brendan Dooling

#12. It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.

Charles Dickens