#nothin

The capitalist class shoots down mothers and children. It stops at nothing, no matter how monstrous, to prevent the organization of the workers. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

#children #class #down #how #matter

If you don't have liberty and self-determination, you've got nothing, that's what this is what this country is built on. And this is the ultimate self-determination, when you determine how and when you're going to die when you're suffering. ↗

— Jack Kevorkian

#country #determine #die #going #got

I have nothing to hide. ↗

— Linda Tripp

#i #nothing

My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable. ↗

— Rene Magritte

#asks #because #conceal #does #either

When that man wants something, he'll stop at nothing to get it. And I also believed in the good of him. ↗

— Marla Maples

#believed #get #good #him #i

There is nothing an economist should fear so much as applause. ↗

— Herbert Marshall

#economist #fear #much #nothing #should

What I mean is that none of my talents had a - what's that great word - rubric. A singer, an actor, a dancer - there was nothing I could really say I was. The writing came much later. And, actually, thank God, because if I had said I'm a singer, I would really have just had one thing to do. ↗

— Steve Martin

#actually #because #came #could #dancer

Nothing I have done professionally will top the feeling I got when singing with John Farnham at the 2000 Olympic Games in Sydney. ↗

— Olivia Newton-John

#feeling #games #got #i #john

We wish nothing more, but we will accept nothing less. Masters in our own house we must be, but our house is the whole of Canada. ↗

— Pierre Trudeau

#canada #house #less #masters #more

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#future #ghosts #life #manhood #nothingness