Cordts Ridenour Quotes & Sayings

Not all journeys seek an end. Some are their own purpose. — Una McCormack

When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in effect we are clearing a space for new stories about ourselves. — Jeanette Winterson

Was death better than an unfulfilling eternity? Why, — Lani Lenore

From all I have heard, geniuses are people to be heartily disliked. — Agatha Christie

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way but she felt it everyday. I couldn't help her; I just watched her make the same mistakes again. — Avril Lavigne

I think I'd like to play more happy roles because I haven't done too many of those. I think I'd like to do an action film; something with a harness would be fun. — Megan Charpentier

Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. — Chief Seattle

I wanted to be an actor because I wanted to be onstage. I wanted to do musical theater, and from that I realized I was interested in plays. I never imagined myself on television. I was so lucky to be onstage my whole life. — Jesse Tyler Ferguson

Many people fail in their career, business and relationship, and others get stuck because of their inability to make quality decisions. — Nkem Paul

They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the point of their lance, as if a thousand willowisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver. Then she blinked, and they were only men, rushing down to kill or die. — George R R Martin

Say, care-worn man, Whom Duty chains within the city walls, Amid the toiling crowd, how grateful plays The fresh wind o'er thy sickly brow, when free To tread the springy turf, - to hear the trees Communing with the gales, - to catch the voice Of waters, gushing from their rocky womb, And singing as they wander ... Spring-hours will come again, and feelings rise With dewy freshness o'er thy wither'd heart. — Robert Montgomery