Corrals For Handling Quotes & Sayings

If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues. — Anne Bronte

Passion is like genius: a miracle. — Romain Rolland

But no matter what the outcome, how the friends turn out in the end, it should not stop you from making new friends. Once bitten, twice shy should not be applied to friendship. — Rita Zahara

If you want to have world peace - peace in your family, peace in your town and peace in your own bedroom - you simply begin with whatever creates peace within yourself. This vibration will go out from you in waves, and these waves have a very positive impact on the world. — Christiane Northrup

Want? Yes, she whispered, her eyes sliding closed. Yes I want to keep you more than I want to breathe. — Skye Jordan

There were 15 people in the village, including five of us. If my father arrested somebody in the winter, he'd have to wait until the thaw to turn him in. — Leslie Nielsen

Vision is the code that decodes every mediocrity out of life. — Auliq Ice

At first I hoped that such a technically unsound project would collapse but I soon realized it was doomed to success. Almost anything in software can be implemented, sold, and even used given enough determination. There is nothing a mere scientist can say that will stand against the flood of a hundred million dollars. But there is one quality that cannot be purchased in this way - and that is reliability. The price of reliability is the pursuit of the utmost simplicity. It is a price which the very rich find most hard to pay. — C.A.R. Hoare

Ted Williams was the greatest hitter I ever saw, but DiMaggio was the greatest all around player. — Bob Feller

I would tell any aspiring designer to take the time to experience everything they can to really get a feel for what direction they want to go in. And most importantly, let your passion and your gut lead you. — Prabal Gurung

There's a lot of gray area in the law. Who can say, without a doubt, that I was in the wrong? — Zach Braff

She was my sister, beloved, who had stayed in my room around the clock when I'd been eight and suffered with a case of the flu that nearly killed me. She was my sister, whose clarinet playing inspired me to find the music in me, to settle on the saxophone, which had fast become the key to my identity. I loved her as I loved no one else, as no others had allowed me to love them, and if I were to kill her under the influence of some malign spirit, I might as well then kill myself. — Dean Koontz