Belgium Culture Quotes & Sayings

It's good that they've seen it, but how can I be satisfied after working for two years making a film which I hope will make a difference, when the government sees the film and does nothing about it? — Mathieu Kassovitz

I like devilish, thorny, dirty, mean roles, muck and mire, unbelievably sad, unbelievably happy, burdened. Inner conflict - that's where drama is. — Amanda Plummer

I'm not videotaping my life, but in a way I am trying to put certain things about myself on canvas. — Martin Scorsese

My show is constantly evolving ... new tricks are added, old ones are dropped ... so it stays fresh. But it's the randomly selected participants from the audience that make it fresh and provide some of the best comic relief. — David Copperfield

I'm a bit of a control freak. — E.L. James

I have already said and will continue to say that I won't respond to personal abuse, and I never make any personal abuse, ever, to anybody. I just don't do that kind of politics. — Jeremy Corbyn

Well-being and need are purely relative concepts. There is no such thing as poverty in itself, suffering in itself, unhappiness in itself. All is relative. — Alan Lightman

We do not rise to the level of our expectations. We fall to the level of our training." - Archilochus — Timothy Ferriss

I'm not a bad guy. If only I could stop hoping. If only I could say to my heart: Give up. Be alone forever. There's always opera. There's angel-food cake and neighborhood children caroling, and the look of autumn leaves on a wet roof. But no. My heart's some kind of idiotic fishing bobber. — George Saunders

In the state of emptiness, you are the action not the performer of the action. Allow an activity or event to take precedence over your own point of view. — Frederick Lenz

I'd challenge myself to see how long I could go without a fall - on beam, I once went three weeks. — Dominique Moceanu

I could do without 'cool' publications calling me 'mom jazz.' But I laughed all the way to the bank, baby. — Norah Jones

Delhi. The ruins of an old city, markets, monuments, broken mansions, the zigzag of roads, the still

sad times of music past. And rising up from it, her mother, wind in her hair, laughing like a witch. — Debotri Dhar

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May. — Alfred Lord Tennyson