Bronty Beauty Quotes & Sayings

There is a thrill of vulnerability at all airshows. There is no way of making everything completely safe. When the machines are being thrashed to capacity and the pilots are flying at their limits to dazzle, things are bound to go wrong sometimes. There have been some historic disasters, but the danger is a part of the attraction. — Alex James

That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect. — Lev Grossman

The nicest men in the world were horribly cruel. They took no great pleasure from it, it was just part of being a male, with a perpetual deep gulf between the sexes. — Margaret Way

We must neither confuse evangelism with doing justice, nor separate them from one another. — Timothy Keller

I always want to be prepared, 'cause you never know who's going to come to your studio. — Danny Clinch

When I was 27, I didn't have a clue what was going on! At that age, to have that much power and to have that much ambition is something. — Stephen Graham

Change the things that can be changed, accept those that cannot, and have the wisdom to know the difference. — Richard Carlson

Valor and power may gain a lasting memory, but where are they when the brave and mighty are departed? Their effects may remain, but they live not in them any more than the fire in the work of the potter. — Hartley Coleridge

But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I always feel like I'm alive. — Cassandra Clare

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that. — Maggie Nelson

They're not trying to prevent Hollywood from making movies. They're asking that the most powerful image-building machinery in the world stop grinding out killer dykes and twisted homo sex fiends as if sexual orientation had anything to do with criminal behavior. — Roger Ebert

The grapes he foraged set my teeth on edge.
I want to hack through their wild vines, dissect
this anger. It's a tangle: steep hill strung
with old foxgrapes among the hardwood, tough
enough to swing from (proto-bungee rush
that's like a fit of rage, adrenalin
alive inside me), or to strangle in.
Vines choke. — Elizabeth Hadaway