Arbsession Quotes & Sayings

Imagine for a moment the result if everyone were to love one another as Jesus loves his disciples. We would have no bickering, quarreling, strife, or contention in our homes. We would not offend or insult one another either verbally or in any other way. We would not have unnecessary litigation over small matters. — Joseph B. Wirthlin

A nation with a strong base in science and technology is a nation with a strong backbone. By — A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

I'm finding none. It's the same thing! It's about rhythms and beats and what connects to what. It's the same; the song has to connect to the story to get from this point to that point. So even though there may not be music in the show there is. You have to follow this delicate score. I don't think there's a huge difference. But, I don't have sore muscles! I'm not sore from dancing all day! — Kendra Kassebaum

We must learn to suffer what we cannot evade. — Michel De Montaigne

Whoever wrote Shakespeare is a working class hero be he an aristocrat or a peasant. Shakespeare is a great leveler. We're presented with kings, queens, emperors and giants who feel the same things as everyone else: jealousy, love, anger, bitterness, grief, loss. — Rhys Ifans

She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew. — Ann Brashares

Repeat your winners. If you are lucky enough to write a good advertisement, repeat it until it stops selling. Scores of good advertisements have been discarded before they lost their potency. — David Ogilvy

The mighty have such simple weaknesses. I like to think it's God's way of keeping things fair. — Julie James

How quickly a year passes, like a mouthful of food snatched from the maw of eternity. — Garth Stein

All women deserve access to care that can save their lives. — Christy Turlington

Learning agility means to learn, de-learn, and relearn all the times. — Pearl Zhu

Her love for him closed within her like a fist. Nervous, bruised. She despised it. Wasn't it the love of a beaten animal, slinking back to its master? Yet here was the truth: she missed her father. — Marie Rutkoski