Soda Christmas Sayings

#1. I tried to speak your poems
but I could not!
The weeping of the gods
fell upon my ears.

Shiki Masaoka

#2. (Celeste) Be the hero, Matty. Come on. You're supposed to be the hero now. The romatic lead."
"I know that, too," he said. Matt did not hesitate a moment longer. "Julie, I love you. I absolutely love you.

Jessica Park

#3. I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

Libba Bray

#4. The specific course you decide upon is, within certain parameters, less important than the vigor with which you execute it.

Jeff Cooper

#5. I have known ninety-five of the world's great men in my time, and of these eighty-seven were followers of the Bible.

William E. Gladstone

#6. The sooner you step away from your comfort zone, the sooner you'll realize that it wasn't really all that comfortable.

Eddie Harris

#7. The ads made me feel bilious and love-stricken, invaded and debauched by a coldly mechanical lust for whatever fetish the desire machines were pushing at their victims at any given instant.

Charles Stross

#8. Every job will demand some sacrifice. The key is to avoid unnecessary sacrifice.

Sheryl Sandberg

#9. It's some chopped liver. That's Jewish soul food.

Redd Foxx

#10. See, I respect boxing because it has given me so much and that's why I will never allow anyone to mistreat the sport of boxing if I can help it.

Alexis Arguello

#11. Being your best when your best is needed. The ability to enjoy challenges when things become difficult and to derive exhilaration from them.

John Wooden

#12. New York has been the best gift, in that the city pushes me to so many next levels.

Baratunde Thurston

#13. I learned that the world has a soul, and that whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of things.

Paulo Coelho

#14. It would be a hard life, but it would be theirs alone. Here at the world's edge, far from everything familiar and safe, they would build a new home in the wilderness and do it as partners.

Eowyn Ivey

#15. Our windows were dark. The entrance was empty. I walked close to the left wall when I entered, but it was empty: just the stairs curving up into shadows echoes of feet in the sad generations like light dust upon the shadows, my feet waking them like dust, lightly to settle again. I

William Faulkner