Kaskade Inspirational Quotes

#1. Count on, rest not, for hope is dead.

William Morris

#2. You might be a redneck if you own all the components of soap on a rope except the soap.

Jeff Foxworthy

#3. I play trumpet. And I took all the music courses in college, so I can also play the string instruments, keyboard, the brass and woodwinds - but only well enough to teach them. If you put a violin in front of me, you wouldn't say, 'My God, that guy can play.' It'd probably sound more like Jack Benny.

Jon Tester

#4. A sufficient and sure method of civilization is in the influence of good women.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#5. Leif's hands pressed on my shoulders, muscles turned

Margaret Feinberg

#6. The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.

Buffalo Bill

#7. For those who relish speculation regarding the future, the tale of supernatural horror provides an interesting field.

H.P. Lovecraft

#8. Our schools are filled with this potential energy, and we need to create an environment for that energy to manifest itself.

Phil Keoghan

#9. Man makes his own history, but he does not make it out of the whole cloth; he does not make it out of conditions chosen by himself, but out of such as he finds close at hand.

Karl Marx

#10. I was an altar boy in the Roman Catholic Church and no priest ever laid a hand on me. That's me, always the bridesmaid ...

Dana Gould

#11. The walls are everywhere. Limits. You're not smart enough, not rich enough. You get tired. You die. Some people like to pretend they've broken out. That they're running free. But there's no escape. You have to find a way to live within the walls. And then, they don't matter.

James Patrick Kelly

#12. My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.

Huey P. Newton

#13. Ico stared at Yorda's face. It was beautiful. He didn't dare breathe for fear of breaking the spell. Her eyes were sparkling.
Thank you.

Miyuki Miyabe

#14. Why don't we just expand ourselves into our perfect form, our perfect being?

Chogyam Trungpa