Conzett Vals Quotes & Sayings

Fighting is 90% mental. There are people who run from the fire and there are people that turn around and run to the fire. — Frank Shamrock

Vice, virtue - it's best not to be too moral. You'll cheat yourself out of too much life. — Ruth Gordon

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same. — Mercedes Lackey

I'm not even allowed to sing in the shower at home. Too loud. — Irwin Thomas

In sports ... you play from the time you're eight years old, and then you're done forever. — Joe Montana

Claude Rains was what we call an actor's actor. He was very involved with himself and his performance. — Gloria Stuart

I ain't gonna work on YouTube's farm no more. — Jason Calacanis

Well, it is. One of her 'pretends' is that she is a princess. She plays it all the time - even in school. She says it makes her learn her lessons better. She wants Ermengarde to be one, too, but Ermengarde says she is too fat. — Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Gospel of John makes explicit what all the Gospels assume - that is, the cross is not a defeat, but the victory of our God. — Stanley Hauerwas

This is what I say: I've got good news and bad news.
The good news is, you don't have to worry, you can't change the past.
The bad news is, you don't have to worry, no matter how hard you try, you can't change the past.
The universe just doesn't put up with that. We aren't important enough. No one is. Even in our own lives. We're not strong enough, willful enough, skilled enough in chronodiegetic manipulation to be able to just accidentally change the entire course of anything, even ourselves. — Charles Yu

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive. — Karen Marie Moning

I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now dead in a fallen heap, and when they tell me that I will fall, I nod. I will fall, I reply, and

my words are a whisper
my words are a howl

I will fall , I say, and the tumbling will be all my own. The skinned palms and oozing knees are holy wounds, stigmata of my She.

I will catch my own spilled blood, and not a drop will be wasted. — Beth Morey