Astrids Vei Quotes & Sayings

I'm one of those people who lives for the moment. If you concern yourself with what's going to happen a year from now, or five years from now, you defuse the moment. Whatever comes, comes. For this time I enjoy the ascent. I don't worry about anything except getting thinner thighs. — Oprah Winfrey

If hard work, integrity, thrift, and perseverance have caused you to succeed, then you don't owe anyone an apology for winning. — Dave Ramsey

Being scared can keep a man from getting killed, and often makes a better fighter out of him. — Louis L'Amour

I write a book over a period of months or years, and when I'm done with it, usually another year goes by before I see it in print. It's hard to be patient and wait. — Margaret Haddix

Achieving repute and notoriety is at first like the seemingly hopeless effort of pushing a large snowball up a hill, but eventually you will push it over the apex and watch it grow rapidly as it rolls effortlessly away. — Eric Birk

The antiwar movement is a wild orgasm of anarchists sweeping across the country like a prairie fire. — Richard M. Nixon

A dark thought will never lead you to the light because darkness is terrified of light. — Toni Sorenson

I can't change how I die, but I can decide how I live. And I want to live that life with you." - Oona's Fortune. — Lucy Patton

There's always things that you know about that nobody else, because everybody's life is different. So you write about what you know. That's number one. — Jackie Collins

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. — Robert Browning

I don't miss my prayers and I don't miss my yoga. Those things are important to me. — Russell Simmons

I will go running when I'm stressed out. The running helps, but more than anything, I'll put music on and then I'll run. I'll cry and get it all out. — Gayle Forman

The Help by Kathryn Stockett. — Brittainy C. Cherry

The title of the poem is: Heimweh (Homesick). The pervasive feeling expressed is of utter desolation, of wrenching pain felt by a person, who longs for every stone, bench, house - everything that was home. She felt that this poem put into words her own extreme longing for what used to be home. Then the letter continues: Nettchen, how long will this go on? How do you bear it? I have been here less than three months and I imagine that I will surely go out of my mind. Especially, in these unspeakably bright and white nights that overflow with longing. Sing sometimes, late at night, when you are alone: Poljushka4. Perhaps you will understand my frame of mind. — Pearl Fichman