Quote by Fred Durst
I love jazz music and sad music. Im a sentimental guy. Im a romant

I love jazz music and sad music. Im a sentimental guy. Im a romantic guy. – Fred Durst

Other quotes by Fred Durst

If you wanna know how not secure you are, just take a look around. Nothings secure. Nothings safe. I dont hate technology, I dont hate hackers, because thats just what comes with it, without those hackers we wouldnt solve the problems we need to solve, especially security. – Fred Durst

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Technology
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Thats your best friend and your worst enemy – your own brain. – Fred Durst

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best
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I think theyd rather us follow our hearts and I hope thats what some people will understand. – Fred Durst

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Hope
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Other Quotes from
Music
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Music is the effort we make to explain to ourselves how our brains work. We listen to Bach transfixed because this is listening to a human mind. – Lewis Thomas

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Music

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry. – Amy Winehouse

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Music

Close friends contribute to our personal growth. They also contribute to our personal pleasure, making the music sound sweeter, the wine taste richer, the laughter ring louder because they are there. – Judith Viorst

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Music

You used to have to sing and convey emotion, and now, well, technically you can do anything with technology. It sucks for music today, but thats why that old music feels so good to me. – Christina Aguilera

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Music

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There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full. – Henry A. Kissinger

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Happiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed. Therefore tho others count me miserable, I will not believe them if I know and feel myself to be happy nor fear them. – Thomas Traherne

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Happiness

The most terrifying words in the English language are: Im from the government and Im here to help. – Ronald Reagan

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The word “now” is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks. – Arthur Miller, After the Fall, 1964

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Carpe Diem