Bellamy And Octavia Quotes & Sayings

Jesus used the word easy only once. But it wasn't about our circumstances. The same Jesus who said, "I am the door" (John 10:7, KJV) also said, "My yoke is easy" (Matthew 11:30). — John Ortberg

I'll never let you see, the way my broken heart is hurting me, I've got my pride and know how to hide all my sorrow and pain, I'll do my crying in the rain ... — Howard Greenfield

Fortitude is a great help in distress. — Plautus

Asked random questions about the First Amendment and how they would like to have it applied, if you believe in polls at all, the average American wants no part of it. But if you ask, 'What if we threw the Constitution away tomorrow?' the answer is 'No, that would be bad!' But living under the Constitution is another story altogether. — Frank Zappa

In the voice of mirth there may be excitement, but in the tones of mourning there is consolation. — Willis Gaylord Clark

The odd thing is, I don't consider what I do work, because it's what I love. But it is also an enormous amount of pressure, and you have to work an enormous amount of hours. — Maria Menounos

For the first time in history, my community has had to use air conditioners. Imagine that, air conditioners in the Arctic. — Sheila Watt-Cloutier

The hostility and venomous response the topic of sexual trauma and rape in the military brings up, especially with men from my Era, is revealing. This opposition speaks to their guilt and toward the truth that stays hidden. — Diane Chamberlain

Having racially diverse casts on television is a more accurate depiction of the demographic of the world we live in. — Grace Gealey

You cannot say, because I am from Naples so I like the mixture of drama and comedy all together. — Sophia Loren

If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures. — Dean Koontz