Jogar Empire Quotes

#1. Never again shall a single story be told as though it were the only one.

John Berger

#2. Music is a dialogue.

Alex Van Halen

#3. I didn't listen to her because she was my mother & wouldn't know anything until I was much older.

Brian Andreas

#4. It doesn't smell of sulphur any more. No, it smells of something else. It smells of hope, and you have to have hope in your heart.

Hugo Chavez

#5. Hope arouses, as nothing else can arouse, a passion for the possible.

William Sloane Coffin

#6. If everyone in the music business were brutally honest about what their intentions were then you could sort things out, but it's all smoke and mirrors.

Noel Gallagher

#7. Whatever it is, handle it so that your children's children will get the benefit of it.

Theodore Roosevelt

#8. Live free or die.
Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips.
Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.

Lauren Oliver

#9. His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had that missing piece of my word back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back -my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.

Richelle Mead

#10. Thu luxury of one class is counterbalanced by the indigence of another.

Henry David Thoreau

#11. Modern society is hypnotized by socialism. It is prevented by socialism from seeing the mortal danger it is in. And one of the greatest dangers of all is that you have lost all sense of danger, you cannot even see where it's coming from as it moves swiftly towards you.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

#12. When the burdens of the presidency seem unusually heavy, I always remind myself it could be worse. I could be a mayor.

Lyndon B. Johnson

#13. Goldfish have no memory, I guess their lives are much like mine. And the little plastic castle is a surprise everytime.

Ani DiFranco

#14. Out of the debris of a statue thoroughly shattered a new art work is born: a naked foot unforgettably resting on a stone; a candid hand; a bent knee which contains all the speed of the foot race; a torso which has no face to prevent us from loving it.

Stephanie Crayencour

#15. In that moment, Iseult knew what she had to do. Logic didn't matter, nor Threadwitch practicality, nor even the opposing halves of her heart.
What mattered was doing the right thing.
So Iseult made her choice, and she ran.

Susan Dennard