Apsat Dp Quotes & Sayings

Sunshine, it's the Celt wanting a little reassurance that I haven't eaten you or anything. (Vane) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

However, in many instances we might be very wise to ask what the consequence of removing the consequence might actually be. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

Forget movies - I'd rather choose books! — Disha

It's the contradiction of life, if I were with them,I would only wish to be far away. Now that I am far away, all I do is wish for one more day surrounded by them — Laura Fitzgerald

An artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think. — E.A. Bucchianeri

Second, to have a good life, it is not enough to remove what is wrong from it. We also need a positive goal, otherwise why keep going? — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

It's thrilling to fight for a love that's entirely unrequited. — Paulo Coelho

The day is like a diamond, all beautiful warmth on the outside but without any heat to accompany it. — Michelle Zink

But where only a free play of our presentational powers is to be sustained as in the case of pleasure gardens, room decoration, all sorts of useful utensils, and so on, any regularity that has an air of constraint is to be avoided as much as possible. That is why the English taste in gardens, or the baroque taste in furniture, carries the imagination's freedom very far, even to the verge of the grotesque, because it is precisely this divorce from any constraint of a rule that the case is posited where taste can show its greatest perfection in designs made by the imagination. — Immanuel Kant

It's wonderful when music is intellectually stimulating. But ultimately it has to be a visceral experience. — Maya Beiser

Such would have been our life, had we not committed our crime which changed all things for us. And it was our curse which drove us to our crime. — Ayn Rand

She loved the fine hairs on his chest. She loved the strength in his arms, the sound of his laughter, the way he would always look into her eyes and say her name. — George R R Martin