Benaks Quotes & Sayings

I know I walk a fine line between being a respected actor and being what they call a sex symbol. — Eva Mendes

I saw these new kinds of stores: the Body Shop, the Sock Shop, and I thought to myself, 'I can do that.' — Sandro Veronesi

Downtown Toronto is a very good place to talk about the neutrality of modernist architecture. I'm sure this kind of box-building was interesting in the Twenties, Thirties and Forties, but I think it's absolutely ridiculous to build like this in 2013. — Stefan Sagmeister

But maybe everybody was like that, all of us living the lives we had to while dreaming of the lives we wanted. — Karen White

Love is not selective, desire is selective. In love there are no strangers. When the centre of selfishness is no longer, all desires for pleasure and fear of pain cease; one is no longer interested in being happy; beyond happiness there is pure intensity, inexhaustible energy, the ecstasy of giving from a perennial source. — Nisargadatta Maharaj

I am so used to plunging into the unknown that any other surroundings and form of existence strike me as exotic and unsuitable for human beings. — Werner Herzog

When I got to the stadium, one of my biggest things was watching video of hitters. — Bengie Molina

My best efforts were some modern things that looked like very lousy Matisses. Thank God I had the sense to realize they were lousy, and leave Paris. — Norman Rockwell

The throne belongs to whoever is able to take it. — L. Frank Baum

Marcus, even in this darkness, I try to swim back to you.
I swear, I do. — Ripley Patton

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love. — Kahlil Gibran

He could still never accept the way each owner, each shadow, filed in only to exchange a dented, malfunctioning version of himself for another, just as futureless, automotive projection of somebody else's life. As if it were the most natural thing. To Mucho it was horrible. Endless, convoluted incest. — Thomas Pynchon