Castiglias Keyser Quotes & Sayings

If horses knew their strength we should not ride anymore. — Mark Twain

And so take away his work, which was his life [ ... ] and all his glory and his great deeds? Make a child and a dotard of him? Keep him to myself at that cost? Make him so mine that he was no longer his? — C.S. Lewis

Anger and hurt are two sides of the same coin. — Deborah Sandella

Grieving is like being ill. You think the entire world revolves around you and it doesn't. — Sue Grafton

When the heart gets into prayer, every beat of the heart creates a miracle. — Harbhajan Singh Yogi

And I know, with the newfuond clarity of being in a relationship myself, that my own parents were never happy together, and probably never would have been, whatever the circumstances — Christina Baker Kline

At 9 years old I weighed about 10 lbs. less than what my weight is at 32. I needed to get help. — Ginnifer Goodwin

It's not like he called me up and asked me. They've never wanted to throw us into that world, and I think our decision probably shocked them. But I love my dad, and I think I'd regret it if I didn't do this. — Jenna Bush

The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory. — Henry David Thoreau

When one's home has a really excellent computer capable of reaching other computers anywhere in the Galaxy, one scarcely needs to budge, you know. — Isaac Asimov

If I wasn't acting, I'd try and be a footballer. I wouldn't be a musician because I can't write my own music. Realistically, I'd probably do something with dogs, like a vet or something. I love animals. — Jamie Blackley

A walk is exploring surfaces and textures with finger, toe, and - yuck - tongue; standing still and seeing who or what comes by; trying out different forms of locomotion (among them running, marching, high-kicking, galloping, scooting, projectile falling, spinning, and noisy shuffling). It is archeology: exploring the bit of discarded candy wrapper; collecting a fistful of pebbles and a twig and a torn corner of a paperback; swishing dirt back and forth along the ground. It is stopping to admire the murmuring of the breeze in the trees; locating the source of the bird's song; pointing. Pointing! - using the arm to extend one's fallen gaze so someone else can see what you've seen. It is a time of sharing. On our block, — Alexandra Horowitz

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live — Gayle Forman