Atholl Heights Quotes & Sayings

When Cristiano Ronaldo gets the ball, you can just leave him to it while he beats player after player. — Ryan Giggs

Mary Allen has compiled a wealth of tools and resources - both inner and outer - to support you in consciously directing your untapped potential and creating a life that you love. — Debbie Ford

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all. — Shannon Hale

I beg your pardon, sir, said the Frenchman. I am not a coloniser.
Well, let's talk Algeria then. Let's talk about your culture and your celebrated writers. — Rawi Hage

The poor lack much, the greedy everything. — Publilius Syrus

Writers are egotists. All artists are. They can't be altruists and get their work done. And writers love to whine about the Solitude of the Author's Life, and lock themselves into cork-lined rooms or droop around in bars in order to whine better. But although most writing is done in solitude, I believe that it is done, like all the arts, for an audience. That is to say, with an audience. All the arts are performance arts, only some of them are sneakier about it than others. — Ursula K. Le Guin

To live is to play at the meaning of life ... The upshot of this ... is that it teaches us once and for all that childlike foolishness is the calling of mature men. — Ernest Becker

When I was old enough to read and write, my parents gave me an eraser board that I kept in my room at all times. The idea was that when frustrated, I, Lily, should write down words on the board to express my feelings instead of letting she-devil Shrilly express them through shrieking. It was supposed to be a therapeutic tool. — Rachel Cohn

Don't feed the trolls; nothing fuels them so much. — Oscar Wilde

The pain of problems is a call to find solutions rather than a reason for unhappiness and inaction, so it's silly, pointless, and harmful to be upset at the problems and choices that come at you (though it's understandable). — Ray Dalio

This morning, light lapped the water as if God had spilt a goblet of molten gold upon a ground of darkest velvet. — Geraldine Brooks