Bruits Blast Quotes & Sayings

The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same. It's so bright it makes the room waver at the edges. Every few years we disappear. — Jenny Downham

A victory over yourself is a real victory. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Have you ever noticed that life consists mostly of interruptions, with occasional spells of rush work in between? — Buwei Yang Chao

All art really does is keep you focused on questions of humanity, and it really is about how do we get on with our maker. — David Bowie

The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly. — Madeleine L'Engle

Good habits are enormously freeing - we accomplish good things almost on autopilot. One study from Duke University found that more than 40 percent of the actions people take every day aren't decisions, but habits. Good habits free us, but when sin becomes a habit, our souls lose their freedom. — John Ortberg

Man, I'm not trying to be important; I just go out and play. — Carmelo Anthony

He thought of half a dozen ideas before he went to sleep. Ender would be pleased-every one of them was stupid. — Orson Scott Card

Serving God demands a lot of work — Sunday Adelaja

It's just old black-and-whites,' she had said, flicking her wrist in the way one might dismiss a pile of junk mail. 'Relatives nobody remembers.' 'No,' I said, running to the box. 'Don't throw them out. I'll keep them.' I may not have known the names of the majority of the ancestors pictured inside, but it felt like a betrayal to send their memories to the landfill. I couldn't bear the thought. — Sarah Jio

The schoolteacher is certainly underpaid as a childminder, but ludicrously overpaid as an educator. — John Osborne

I think I was around 10 or 11 years of age when I got my first guitar, but I can remember being as young as 3 or 4 watching my father jam on acoustic to his favorite rush and Jimmy Hendrix albums so I have always been around music. — Mike Powell

The idea which man forms of beauty imprints itself throughout his attire, rumples or stiffens his garments, rounds off or aligns his gestures, and, finally, even subtly penetrates the features of his face. — Charles Baudelaire