Berezovsky Hanging Quotes & Sayings

I hated Sundays when I was growing up in Streatham, south London. Everything closed down and stopped. — Simon Callow

It's impossible having five, six, seven people in a room being creative together and not fight, because you want to fight. It's the only way creativity works, if you all put your ideas in. — Adam Duritz

See, indeed, that your daughter is thoroughly grounded and experienced in household duties; but take care, through religion and poetry, to keep her heart open to heaven. — Jean Paul

These reflections made me very sensible of the goodness of Providence to me, and very thankful for my present condition, with all its hardships and misfortunes ; and this part also I cannot but recommend to the reflection of those who are apt, in their misery, to say, Is any affliction like mine? Let them consider how much worse the cases of some people are, and their case might have been, if Providence had thought fit. — Daniel Defoe

The last thing I want to turn into is a fat Hollywood jerk. I was brought up without much money and I was happy. I don't think that I will strive for money or success and end up greedy or big-headed. That only leads to unhappiness. I can still be down-to-earth and do this job as long as I enjoy it. — Leonardo DiCaprio

If we can stay awake when our lives are changing, secrets will be revealed to us-secrets about ourselves, about the nature of life, and about the eternal source of happiness and peace that is always available, always renewable, already within us. — Elizabeth Lesser

I can grow a pair. — Madeline Downs

A dash of frugality is a good thing for everyone. — Jason Chaffetz

Is this the night sky I've always seen? — Blake Crouch

There weren't many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong. — Rob Thomas

There's no pain on earth that doesn't crave a benevolent witness. — Sue Monk Kidd

You ever think that school dances are a form of legalized prostitution? — Alex Flinn

I do not remember-that is the point-the first impulse that pumped and shoved most of the earlier poems along, and they are still too near me, with their vehement beat-pounding black and green rhythms like those of a very young policeman exploding, for me to see the written evidence of it. — Dylan Thomas