Corbellini Artist Quotes & Sayings

Why settle for someone else's version of the truth? — Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

The abundance of fruit comes out of intimacy with the Lord. — Heidi Baker

The front-line soldier wants it to be got over by the physical process of his destroying enough Germans to end it. He is truly at war. The rest of us, no matter how hard we work, are not. — Ernie Pyle

I liked the idea of being an actress, but thought better of it. — Sara Cox

Thus He whose tender mercies are over all His works hath placed a principle in the human mind, which incites to exercise goodness towards every living creature; and this being singly attended to, people become tender-hearted and sympathizing; but when frequently and totally rejected, the mind becomes shut up in a contrary disposition. — John Woolman

It was so much easier to connect with my fans when I was smaller. I could answer every message, and I enjoyed doing that. — PewDiePie

How exhausted I am suddenly! - though this has been Ray's best day in the hospital so far, and we are feeling - almost - exhilarated. — Joyce Carol Oates

Evolution in nature is not inconsistent with the notion of creation, because evolution requires the creation of beings that evolve. — Pope Francis

I think sometimes people project things on you, but I'm trying to handle everything that's happened to me with a certain amount of grace, dignity and good manners. You just can't necessarily win all the time. — Katie Couric

Sex? Unfortunately, as you get older - and I shouldn't admit this - there are other things that become more important in your daily life. — Alex Trebek

Sometimes in a restaurant you'll see a lady dressed very nice, she picks up a menu or something ... a little fan is always a little bit nice. — Tina Turner

The meerkats looked away. They did it like one man, all of them turning in the same direction at exactly the same time. I pulled myself out to see what it was. It was Richard Parker. He confirmed what I had suspected, that these meerkats had gone for so many generations without predators that any notion of flight distance, of flight, of plain fear, had been genetically weeded out of them. He was moving through them, blazing a trail of murder and mayhem, devouring one meerkat after another, blood dripping from his mouth, and they, cheek to jowl with a tiger, were jumping up and down on the spot, as if crying, My turn! My turn! My turn! — Yann Martel