Guilty Gear Xrd Sol Quotes

#1. I would say my dream collaboration would probably have to be with Drake. I think he is an amazing artist.

Austin Mahone

#2. To insects--sensual lust.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#3. Twilight is the hour I love,' he told her, 'the hour where nothing is quite itself, all things teetering at the edges of their names. Here I can be alone and a stranger to myself.

Keith Miller

#4. As far as I can see, it's not important that we have free will, just as long as we have the illusion of free will to stop us going mad.

Alan Moore

#5. Well, I believe that "thinking" is just as real a phenomenon in the world as anything else, and just as worthy of exploration. Maybe even more? So writing about "thought" to me is like writing about a tree or anything else real.

Matthew Zapruder

#6. When you're unhappy with your life, you become more selfish with it.

Miguel Syjuco

#7. A colour is a physical object as soon as we consider its dependence, for instance, upon its luminous source, upon other colours, upon temperatures, upon spaces, and so forth.

Ernst Mach

#8. If I want to get a taste of beach culture, I'll fire up my season 2 DVD of 'Beverly Hills, 90210.'

Diablo Cody

#9. Everybody's got their secrets; I carry mine like a jagged stone in my shoe.

Patrick Jones

#10. Patterns cannot be weighed or measured. Patterns must be mapped.

Fritjof Capra

#11. I'm told the effect is cumulative
it will continue to worsen." Though outwardly calm as he explained this, his face had paled even more. "But if you tell me about the Valkyrie's weaknesses, I'll administer the antidote."
"Weaknesses? So many. Foremost, we're ... ticklish.

Kresley Cole

#12. In many ways, a race is analogous to life itself. Once it is over, it can not be re-created. All that is left are inpressions in the heart, and in the mind.

Chris Lear

#13. I want no heaven for which I must give my reason; no happiness in exchange for my liberty, and no immortality that demands the surrender of my individuality. Better rot in the windowless tomb, to which there is no door but the red mouth of the pallid worm, than to wear the jeweled collar of a god.

Robert Green Ingersoll

#14. What is living? Forging memories. What is dying? Forgetting them.
I never die.

Kaine Andrews