Centavos Sign Quotes & Sayings

The paintings have only ever been ways of exploring architecture. I don't see them as art. — Zaha Hadid

Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn. — Honore De Balzac

I don't know what that gas is made of, but it can't smell any worse than Ernie Johnson 's gym bag. — Charles Barkley

The beauty of practice is that it transforms us so that we outgrow our original intentions - and keep going! Our motivations for practicing evolve as we mature. — Ken Wilber

In order for American Pie to have worked, you have to have a character who, even while he is humping a pie, the audience still likes. — Jason Biggs

My father was a statesman, I am a political woman. My father was a saint. I am not. — Indira Gandhi

The neighborhood drug dealer kicks out his wife. He moves in a girlfriend and the wife finds out. The wife lets herself back into the house and steals a hundred thousand dollars that the drug dealer can't report missing. The drug dealer's wife goes to India, where she sends her husband a cable: The people here are poor so I gave them all your money. — Amy Hempel

When your co-stars are 9-month-old babies, you fall in love. You start thinking, When am I going to have my own? — Vin Diesel

We are pushed by pain until we are pulled by vision. — Michael Beckwith

Art is like beginning a sentence before you know its ending. — David Bayles

Follow your heart and you won't get lost. — Brett Dennen

Imagine a large circle and in the center of it rays of light that spread out to the circumference. The light in the center is God; each of us is a ray. The closer the rays are to the center, the closer the rays are to one another. The closer we live to God, the closer we are bound to our neighbor; the farther we are from God, the farther we are from one another. The more each ray departs from its center, the weaker it becomes; and the closer it gets to the center, the stronger it becomes. — Fulton J. Sheen

You are like a cloud
Glimpsed between the branches. In your eyes there shines
The strangeness of a sky that isn't yours. — Cesare Pavese