Construcciones Mayas Quotes & Sayings

I think people just see cinematography as being about photography and innovative shots and beautiful lighting. We all want our movies to look great visually, to be beguiling and enticing, but I think that what really defines a great cinematographer is one who loves story. — Seamus McGarvey

We all love things that other people think are garbage. You have to have the courage to keep loving your garbage, because what makes us unique is the diversity and breadth of our influences, the unique ways in which we mix up the parts of culture others have deemed "high" and the "low."
When you find things you genuinely enjoy, don't let anyone else make you feel bad about it. Don't feel guilty about the pleasure you take in the things you enjoy. Celebrate them. — Austin Kleon

So if you are evaluating others (or yourself!) in the investment field, think out some standards - apply them - interpret them. — Warren Buffett

In our quest for peace, we should constantly ask ourselves what we should do to create conditions in which peace can prosper. — F. W. De Klerk

Babe, you are all I've thought about for so long, I can't remember what I thought about before you. — Melissa Foster

If I had to model clothes in a time period other than the 21st century, I think I'd like to model way back when they just wore skin loincloths. That would be best suited for me - better than corsets. I'm quite claustrophobic. — Lara Stone

Shaping someone's understanding of the things of God is a huge responsiblity, and it is not to be taken lightly. — Jen Wilkin

When someone has a strong intuitive connection, Buddhism suggests that it's because of karma, some past connection. — Richard Gere

I had dinner at your parents' house three days ago and once a week is my limit. Joe to Stephanie. — Janet Evanovich

His stillness was commanding. I felt myself getting whiter by the second. What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh, come to gather you in? I was scared to the marrow. I was cold and hot, dry and wet, myself and someone else. The fist clenched in my chest. I went to the staircase and sat on the top step, looking into my hands. So much remained. Every word and thing a beadwork of bright creation. — Don DeLillo