Bielenda Quotes & Sayings

Friends are like stars. you may not see them, but you always know they're there. — Raven

I may be a burglar ... but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Certainly,nothing proceeded according to desire.In the long run, failure was the only thing that worked predictably. All else was accidental. Good intentions had miscarried, and bad ones had not improved. — Joseph Heller

I feel like I'm stepping into a place of spiritual contemplation every time I enter a studio; it's always had a certain magic to me that has never worn off with familiarity. — David Knopfler

Women are affected by lunar tides only once a month; men have raging hormones every day. — Maureen Dowd

After a breakup, I'll conduct the normal breakup rituals. I'll cut up photographs, erase voice mails, gather his dark concert T-shirts I once slept in and douse them with bleach before I use them to clean my bathtub. — Sloane Crosley

We don't murder, we kill ... You don't murder animals, you kill them. — Samuel Fuller

So the bloodline wasn't pure."
He shook his head. "It was an excuse, like all the other excuses. I liked my life as it was. I didn't want ties, especially the sort I'd have had with you." He looked at her with pure raging desire. "I knew if we were ever intimate, there'd be no going back. I was right. I eat, breathe, sleep and dream you, especially now, with my baby growing in your belly. — Diana Palmer

It was almost as if we'd passed our gaze from the healthy skin of a supermodel to the ragged infections of a burn-victim's corpse. Any industry buildings that had once stood proudly in the city were now hollowed-out skeletons with tents decorating their innards. The tall apartment buildings were burned and then rebuilt into towering layers of jagged, cut metal, brightly colored canvas roofs, solar panels, and graffiti. — Michael-Scott Earle

I played with the best
conductors of the world. — Mstislav Rostropovich

If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. — Oscar Wilde