Mgs Quotes

Only the framing material," Lucas demurely, "obvious influences, Neo-Tokyo from Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Metal Gear Solid by Hideo Kojima, or as he's known in my crib, God.

Did you just say 'nerd'?" "Not a 'nerd' - node." "Oh.

Of course I do, Jack! You have to beLIEve me!

Disability is NOT an excuse for not succeeding God didn’t create us to failed and be defeated by our own mind sickness

That shallow mind who believe in a fallacy of a humbug Enjoying the sweet jive and venomous lies. Woe to those whose heart and mind are bandage by envy and insecurity. Keep distance for they bring no joy but vexation to the spirit.

I'm a human cause I cry... but then again I realized why would I waste my tears... to live is to battle and tears is not a good weapon to battle, but determination and strong legs to stand firm. For as long as I am in the right side, I know God will never leave me defeated.

My mind is willing But my mouth is freezing When I start to talk Words become taunting

Words don't complain how you use them in a sentence but the hearer does

If not today maybe tomorrow, every tears of mine will added to your grief.

Some years back, your daddy and I went to see Booker T. and the M.G.’s perform at the Coliseum in Memphis. We stayed at your aunt Ros’s house, but none of us slept. We partied and stayed up all night. The drummer’s name was Al Jackson Jr. He hung out with us that night after the concert. Ros knew them all.” “Lord, Mama. You never told me that. Where was I?” “You were away at vacation Bible school.” “So y’all partied while I was getting saved.” I laughed. I wanted my parents to dance again, to smoke reefer and curse and act like young people. Surely they had earned the carelessness of success. I wanted them to enjoy it.

Mom always taught me the best way to deal with bullies is to ignore them or stand-up to them. I decided to try a bit of both. First I just totally ignored MG’s nasty comments and I kept talking to Shelby. After about 5 minutes of ignoring MG’s little rant, I saw Shelby’s face begin to show her anger at her friend being insulted. I put my hand softly on her shoulder and said, “It’s okay, I’ll handle this.” I turned to MG and calmly said, “Thanks Bethany, I’m always ready to accept constructive criticism about my appearance from intelligent, fashionable and thoughtful people like yourself.” Bethany looked confused. Then I continued in a calm and confident voice, “But hang on, I just realized, you’re definitely not intelligent, nor thoughtful and perhaps not even fashionable, so I really couldn’t care less about your opinion.” Shelby

Johnny Jenkins quedó el 12 de agosto de 1962 como la anécdota. Su chófer y pipa, el que había conducido el coche desde Georgia, el que había cargado las guitarras hasta el estudio, fue el que aprovechó la oportunidad. El chico suplicó que le dejasen cantar un par de temas. Era un tipo grande, fuerte, que había llegado allí como segundo plato, a lo Marc Gasol. Media banda de los MG’s estaba ya de camino a casa. Le dejaron que cantase algo, casi por compasión. El segundo tema que interpretó fue «These Arms of Mine», que en unos meses estaría vendiendo 800.000 copias por todo el país. Steve Cropper, guitarrista de los MG’s, salió corriendo a buscar a los otros miembros del grupo. El chófer tenía una voz increíble, profunda, nostálgica. Era Otis, Otis Redding. Desde ese momento, se convirtió en la imagen de la Stax, de la ola más roots que tomó el soul norteamericano.