Coinbit Exchange Quotes & Sayings

It was amazing what an hour with her sketchpad could do for her mood. She was sure that the lines she drew with her black marker were going to save her years of worry lines in the future. — Victoria Kahler

My father did a lot of disaster relief work, and he was always in places where there was a lot of pain. — Elizabeth Holmes

In Switzerland, on a high mountain, not far from Lucerne, there is a lake they call Pilate's Pond, which the Devil has fixed upon as one of the chief residences of his evil spirits ... — Martin Luther

Do you think you love him?" Phaedra had once asked.

"I don't know really what that is," Quintana had responded in her cold, practical way.

Yes, you do, my queen, Phaedra wanted to say now. Quintana's love was unabashed. Wondrous. The type of love that lit a strange, strange face and turned it into a beacon. — Melina Marchetta

Whoever dies will be rewarded by heaven. — Mohammed Saeed Al-Sahaf

Looks aren't everything," Kate said. "After all," she quoted, "'the devil hath power t'assume a pleasing shape. — Suzanne Harper

How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action? — Sophie Scholl

The decision to relax rather than to grip, even in the face of impatience or fear, is a conscious and brave choice. — B.K.S. Iyengar

My stove is old. My wallpaper is old. It's the same wallpaper from when I moved here and I never changed it. Why would I change it? I just keep it clean. If you take better care of things, you can hold onto them longer. That's how I still run things. If it works, I keep it. If it doesn't, I see if I can use it for something else. If I can't, and I usually can, I toss it. — Clara Cannucciari

We schoolmasters must temper discretion with deceit. — Evelyn Waugh

We must savor every moment given us," she stressed. "We know not where this journey ends so we must wring each scrap of joy out of it while it lasts. — James Rollins

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking. — Virginia Woolf