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Politics would be a helluva good business if it weren't for the goddamned people. ↗

— Richard M. Nixon

#goddamned #good #helluva #people #politics

Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#distant #familiar #foreign #home #hospitality

We desire an expansion of relations with regional states and the establishment of extensive public contacts. ↗

— Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

#desire #establishment #expansion #extensive #public

I want to be challenged I want to work and I want to feel that I am not being held back that there is something in front of me something more inspiring than... just eating breakfast you know ↗

— Sofia Vassilieva

#challenges #desire #feel #inspiration #inspired

If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term. ↗

— David Mitchell

#interesting #losing #perspectives #thoughtful #winning

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving ↗

— Mira Grant

#funny #possibilities #shooting #zombies #death

Cause we lost it all Nothing lasts forever I'm sorry I can't be perfect Now it's just too late And we can't go back I'm sorry I can't be perfect ↗

— Simple Plan

#inspirational #simple-plan #inspirational

For animals that are overworked, underfed, and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put to death...and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#animals #compassion #death

Every nation has the right to demand proper treatment and no country should violate the territory of any other country. ↗

— Mustafa Kemal Atatürk

#invasion #inspirational

They rode out along the fenceline and across the open pastureland. The leather creaked in the morning cold. They pushed the horses into a lope. The lights fell away behind them. They rode out on the high prairie where they slowed the horses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#exhilaration #inspirational #possibilities #inspirational