Barndance Quotes & Sayings

In art the end does not sanctify the means: but sacred means employed here can sanctify the end. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Remember to write for yourself, not for a market and give yourself time to develop your own style, your own voice. It takes a lifetime. Enjoy it! — Michael Morpurgo

You can't always win. But you should keep trying. — Gabbo De La Parra

They say it's darkest before the dawn, but it also tend to be quietest, and the quiet lets you hear yourself better. — Erin Morgenstern

Of course I am very proud of being a Tory. Yes, in my head and in my heart I regard myself as a Tory. As I have said, I was born that way; I believe it is congenital. I am unable to change it. That is how I see the world ... is the most un-Tory thing that can be conceived. — Enoch Powell

Among earth's inhabitants, scattered in every land, there are those who have not bowed the knee to Baal. Like the stars of heaven, which appear only at night, these faithful ones will shine forth when darkness covers the earth and gross darkness the people. — Ellen G. White

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour. — L.M. Montgomery

I was a terrible dancer. I dance like an Englishman. — John Cleese

Osteoporosis is a disease that attacks the bones in your body. It happens to really almost everyone when they get really old. But for women, after menopause, they can lose up to 30 percent of their bone mass. — Ann Richards

Nothing made me happen. I happened. — Thomas Harris

Philanthropy can take the risks that others cannot or will not. — Judith Rodin

Over all the millennia, only you have ever loved me, Thor. Only you have ever looked at me with affection in place of condescension. Why, then, am I killing you, and not the others? Because you stopped. — Robert Rodi

We claim no glory. If the tempest rolls
About us we have fear, and then
Having so small a stake grow bold again.
We know not definitely even this
But 'cause some vague half knowing half doth miss
Our consciousness and leaves us feeling
That somehow all is well, that sober, reeling
From the last carouse, or in what measure
Of so called right or so damned wrong our leisure
Runs out uncounted sand beneath the sun,
That, spite your carping, still the thing is done
With some deep sanction, that, we know not how,
Sans thought gives us this feeling; you allow
That this not need we know our every thought
Or see the work shop where each mask is wrought
Wherefrom we view the world of box and pit,
Careless of wear, just so the mask shall fit
And serve our jape's turn for a night or two. — Ezra Pound

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate's affection. — Moliere