Bloxsom Blog Quotes & Sayings

North of the 49th parallel we value equality; south of it, they treasure freedom. — Michael Adams

Man against man can only take revenge but cannot punish — Santosh Avvannavar

So we originally expected to make about 35 gigawatt hours at the cell level and about 50 gigawatt hours at the module or pack level. Now we are expecting to do about 150 gigawatt hours in the same volumetric space as the original design. — Elon Musk

I give you my name, my earthly possessions, and my eternal love. But of all the things I have, the thing I want most to give you are my eyes, these eyes that see how magnificently beautiful you are. — Michelle Marcos

In the '80's my gut feeling was that airlines were crap. I hated spending time on planes. I thought we could create the kind of airline I'd like. So we got a secondhand 747 and gave it a go. — Richard Branson

It's up to you to make everyday as perfect as possible.
It's a question of will and discipline. — Karl Lagerfeld

I had always broken the rules. — Lauren Hutton

I've done a variety of projects in different areas of the entertainment industry. — Jodi Benson

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. — Markus Zusak

As we move into the 21st century, there's what the Bible calls a 'quickening of the spirit.' — Neale Donald Walsch

A broken heart is a monument to a love that will never die; fulfillment is a monument to a love that is already on its deathbed. — George Jean Nathan

Oh!
and I speak out of later knowledge
Heaven forefend me from the most of the average run of male humans who are not good fellows, the ones cold of heart and cold of head who don't smoke, drink, or swear, or do much of anything else that is brase, and resentful, and stinging, because in their feeble fibres there has never been the stir and prod of life to well over its boundaries and be devilish and daring. One doesn't meet these in saloons, nor rallying to lost causes, nor flaming on the adventure-paths, nor loving as God's own mad lovers. They are too busy keeping their feet dry, conserving their heart-beats, and making unlovely life-successes of their spirit-mediocrity. — Jack London

She stands in the doorway to our room, blue sundress rumpled, the rosy light of sunset slanting through the wide widows and illuminating the gold of her hair. I'm struck speechless, my breath cutting short. I am not a poetic man, but I want to be one now. I want to do justice to her beauty and the way she fills me with a strange mixture of utter peace and demanding need. — Kristen Callihan