"I take no actions that I wouldn't publicly recount. If you can't speak your deeds, then don't do them."

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Source : Kresley Cole (2015). “Dead of Winter”, p.179, Simon and Schuster

Kresley Cole

#Deeds Quotes #Action Quotes #Speak Quotes

“I'm Christian. Growing up in Ethiopia, it's half-Christian and half-Muslim. You grow up with Muslim kids. I'm very much aware of their religion.”
“White folks was in the caves while we [blacks] was building empires ... We built pyramids before Donald Trump ever knew what architecture was ... we taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and them Greek homos ever got around to it.”
“Addiction is a relationship, a pathological relationship in which... obsession replaces people.”
“For who will testify, who will accurately describe our lives if we do not do it ourselves?”

Source : Faye Moskowitz (2011). “And the Bridge Is Love”, p.32, The Feminist Press at CUNY
“I’m really proud of my team. They have given me great cars all year long. Today, we finally got to show what kind of cars they have been giving me. We were up front, leading laps and showing how good this No. 22 Ford is. Once again today, my team showed they have my back and that will only make us better going forward.”
“Trump is a very common-sense-oriented guy and basically, what he said is if we reduce carbon emissions, the air is going to get cleaner. That is a positive thing. Whether you believe in climate change or not, we want clean air. We want clean water for the American people.”
“February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out.”
“The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.”

Source : Margaret Millar (1947). “Experiment in Springtime: A Novel”, New York : Random House

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