Bezuidenhout Bombardement Quotes & Sayings

It's not about fooling somebody, it's actually giving somebody a measure of their own belief: how much you want to be fooled. That's why we pay to go to magic shows and things like that. — Vik Muniz

Gun-related violence and murders are concentrated among blacks and Latinos in big cities. — Juan Williams

But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of. — Gabriel Marcel

Writers should find out where joy resides and give it a voice. Every bright word or picture is a piece of pleasure set afloat. The reader catches it, and he goes on his way rejoicing. It's the business of art to send him that way as often as possible. — Nancy Horan

Our faith is built in the dark, in the valleys, and during the back-breaking battles in life. — Dana Arcuri

I think as you get older you become more of who you always were. You become a more concentrated version of yourself. You really learn who you are, why you're unique, who you've always been [ ... ] There's a winnowing away of nonessentials, sometimes essentials, it's true, but what remains is your core, your essence, the real 'you,' and you realize you're still you without what you've lost as long as you still have all your marbles
or most of them anyway. — Stacey McGlynn

As I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it occurred to me that if all else failed, a man could at least kiss himself, and I stared in to the mirror, conjuring up the memory of the couple in the film. I couldn't get the image of their lips out of my mind. But by now I'd realised I'd not even be kissing myself; I'd be kissing the mirror. — Orhan Pamuk

I really like Billie Holiday's husky voice, and I'd definitely like to find out more about her. — Michelle Ryan

Sometimes you have to resist working on your strengths in favour of your weaknesses. The decathlon requires a wide range of skills. — Daley Thompson

In all her products, Nature only develops her simplest germs. One would say that it was no great stretch of invention to create birds. The hawk which now takes his flight over the top of the wood was at first, perchance, only a leaf which fluttered in its aisles. From rustling leaves she came in the course of ages to the loftier flight and clear carol of the bird. — Henry David Thoreau