Gunpowder Smell Quotes

#1. I have every right. You were born to be mine. And you wish to deny me the right to say how I feel, to speak the truth?

Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

#2. My house on wheels will have two feet once again and my dreams no frontiers, at least until the bullets have their say. I await you, sedentary gypsy, when the smell of gunpowder dissipates.

John Lee Anderson

#3. There are good people who are dealt a bad hand by fate, and bad people who live long, comfortable, privileged lives. A small twist of fate can save or end a life; random chance is a permanent, powerful player in each of our lives, and in human history as well.

Jeff Greenfield

#4. Don't take our word for it. Read the Bible itself. Read the statements of preachers. And you will understand that God is the most desperate character, the worst villain in all fiction.

E. Haldeman-Julius

#5. The frequencies in my head are not known to normals!

The Ultimate Warrior

#6. I grew up in a very religious family and it is the motivating force to every thing I do. I am fortunate to have had adults all around me who really lived their faith, in helping other people and doing the best you can do.

Marian Wright Edelman

#7. Easy was, like, spending time with Jennifer on set. Difficult stuff about character is, it was a little bit like just being the only one with no superhuman powers.

Goran Visnjic

#8. Synchronicity happens when we align with the flow of the universe rather than insisting the universe flow our way.

Akemi G

#9. I don't have time for hobbies. At the end of the day, I treat my job as a hobby. It's something I love doing.

David Beckham

#10. Does this smell like paprika or gunpowder to you?

William Ritter

#11. War is a terrible trade. But when the cause is just, the smell of gunpowder is sweet.

Myles Standish

#12. The smell of gunpowder is sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Arabia.

Pope Julius II

#13. I miss it: the smell of sand, sweat, and gunpowder, rings of salt from dried sweat on my pants' legs, and around my waist just under where my armor sits.

Adam Fenner

#14. Cyrus squinted through the rain at the old man, at the truck, at the crackling Golden Lady. What was going on? None of this seemed real. But it was. The rain on his skin. The soggy waffle and drooping napkins. The smell of gunpowder.

N.D. Wilson