Aleksejs Tolstojs Quotes & Sayings

Say to yourself: The world is full of money. Some of it has my name on it. All I have to do is collect it. — Felix Dennis

Made me feel ashamed of belonging to these overpowering, technical superior countries fighting against what seemed to me quite defenseless people. — George Blake

the seed of greatness exists in every human being. Whether it sprouts or not is our choice. — Sean Patrick

My prayer is that people will not being ashamed to know that confession is not the end of the world and it actually brings healing. — LeCrae

If your stories are all about your products and services, that's not storytelling. It's a brochure. Give yourself permission to make the story bigger. — Jay Baer

Tick Lu-Tze patiently adjusted a tiny mirror to redirect sunlight more favourably on one of the bonsai mountains. He hummed tunelessly under his breath.
Lobsang, sitting cross-legged on the stones, carefully turned the yellowing pages of the ancient notebook on which was written, in faded ink, 'The Way of Mrs Cosmopilite'.
'Well?' said Lu-Tze.
'The Way has an answer for everything, does it?'
'Yes.'
'Then...' Lobsang nodded at the little volcano, which was gently smoking, 'how does that work? It's on a saucer!'
Lu-Tze stared straight ahead, his lips moving. 'Page seventy-six, I think,' he said.
Lobsang turned to the page. ' "Because", he read. — Terry Pratchett

I don't feel old. Okay, maybe I do when I get in a conversation with Earl Thomas, who was born in 1989. — Matt Hasselbeck

I don't govern my life according to danger — Lawrence Hill

I'm a crier. You won't see me lashing out, but you will see me crying a lot. — Brad Goreski

One thing that stays the same is my passion for music. Other than that, I've become more dedicated. I think that I really work much harder than I ever did when I first started at my craft; I'm more dedicated, and I have become a perfectionist. — Natalie Cole

Then I wake up. And, it's not the purple- hued light of the house at three in the morning that has woken me, or the sound of Payton stumbling into the bathroom. It's a hand.
A single hand.
So innocuous.
I feel it before my eyes blink open. A slight weight on my hip. A current of electricity running through me, reshaping the air that I breathe. It takes only a second for me to process what it is, to rearrange the spaces in my head around the feel of his fingers on my body. — Autumn Doughton

It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting. — Mason Cooley