Bonventre Lab Quotes & Sayings

But, good Lord, man," he said, "you oughtn't to be a policeman! — G.K. Chesterton

When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l'oiseau chanter, - Lui n'entend que comment aimer.) — Charles De Leusse

If you want to punish somebody, never talking to them again is a really good method. — Alexis Stewart

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost. — May Sarton

You can't handle the truth! — Jack Nicholson

So telling a lie becomes a sin if you tell it to take advantage of a person, but if you tell a lie to do a good thing for him that is not a sin. Even God tells lies very often; you can see this throughout history. — Sun Myung Moon

For two long seconds, he couldn't help but watch her perfectly shaped hips and exquisite bare legs as she walked across the carpet. — Mark A. Hewitt

If you take out the team in teamwork, it's just work. Now who wants that? — Matthew Woodring Stover

The hunger [to success] is the same, no matter what it is that you're doing. It's like an unquenchable thirst to learn more, or to feel like you could have done more, and to be brutally honest and self critical, which is very hard to do. It's easy, and human nature is to just blame somebody else. It's very, very hard to self assess. — Kobe Bryant

You get to a certain age and you can't judge yourself on your dad or your parents. — Ellie Goulding

Staring down the reality of war, far from home, asleep among strangers, that familiarity, those memories, those ties kept us going; gave us a reason to persevere; toughened us up. — Carlos Wallace

I think that, for me, the great books like that, autobiographies, are great when the artists who write them throw caution to the wind and really put it out there as they saw it. — Eddie Trunk

I could have been a pauper; I could have been their servant, until those words! They anchor me to a memory that snatches the breath out of me. They are the magic words, the curse that turns me into a monster, and now I am Agnes of Illugastadir, Agnes of the fire, Agnes of the dead bodies with the blood, not burnt, still clinging to the clothes I made for him. — Hannah Kent