Anagignsk Quotes & Sayings

We don't escape our pasts, you know," Madd said. He sounded defeated. "Never. We can never escape what we are."

"Maybe not. But I think we can escape what other people try to make of us. We can decide our fate for ourselves. — Tali Spencer

Life is great when your in shape! — Jack LaLanne

My writing is very organic. It's what I am. My mother says I was writing before I was crawling. I wrote in the dirt with a twig. So I think of it as something that's very essential to my being. — Alice Walker

What do you do with people in same-sex relationships that are committed, loving and Christian? Would you rather bless a sheep and a tree, and not them? — John Sentamu

My basic approach to interviewing is to ask the basic questions that might even sound naive, or not intellectual. Sometimes when you ask the simple questions like 'Who are you?' or 'What do you do?' you learn the most. — Brian Lamb

To look back all the time is boring. Excitement lies in tomorrow. — Natalia Makarova

I want 'The Lady' magazine to be restored to its traditional place in the pantheon of weekly magazines. — Rachel Johnson

That's the thing about being a former fat camp champ: when asked if I'd change my past if I could, I always answer no. The pain of being an overweight kid, the humiliation, make you think twice before ever cutting anyone else down. — Stephanie Klein

Ancient Greek had no verb meaning "to read" as such: the verb they used, anagignsk, means "to know again," "to recollect." It refers to a memory procedure. Similarly, the Latin verb used for "to read" is lego, which means literally "to collect" or "to cull, pluck," referring also to a memory procedure (the re-collection or gathering up of material). — Mary Carruthers

A computer program does what you tell it to do, not what you want it to do. — Arthur Bloch

The center had frayed like a rag rug that had been washed and walked on and shaken and hung and dried. The lines and nets of mesh which held the last jewel at the breast of the world were unraveling. Things were not holding together. The earth drew in its breath in the summer of the coming eclipse.
The boy idled along the upper corridor of this stone place which was home, sensing these things, not understanding. — Stephen King