Cumbernauld Airport Quotes & Sayings

The camera lens or the television camera is still just a proscenium arch. And as a great old character actor once said to me, wherever you're acting, you reach up and take hold of the proscenium arch, and you pull it down around your shoulders. — Robert Preston

She's kind of funny looking. Her face is out of balance
broad forehead, button
nose, freckled cheeks, and pointy ears. A slammed-together, rough sort of face you can't ignore. Still, the whole package isn't so bad. For all I know maybe she's not so wild
about her own looks, but she seems comfortable with who she is, and that's the important thing. — Haruki Murakami

What made Nelson Mandela great, was precisely what made him human. We saw in him, what we seek in ourselves. — Jacob Zuma

The Ganseys were courtiers and kings, and when there was no castle to invite them, they built one. — Maggie Stiefvater

We prepared to go ashore to publish for the first time in New Zealand the glad tidings of the gospel. — Samuel Marsden

All trials force the question, Who are you really? And you must trust yourself to answer — Oprah Winfrey

This is advertising that is designed not to look or feel like advertising at all. The one thing we felt we got parents to agree with was that if their children ask them questions about enlisting, they had an obligation to, one, engage, and then two, be informed. — Edward Boches

They may well have had a backup system, but if it crashed at the same time as their main system, then that's all she wrote,' Riker said. 'Excuse mee, sir' said Data. 'That's all who wrote?' 'It's merely an expression, Mr. Data,' said Picard. 'It means that was the end of it. There was nothing they could do.' 'That's all she wrote' repeated Data. He nodded. 'Yes, I see. She, in this case, doubtless referring to the human conceptualization of Fate, writing a final chapter, as it were, and putting a period to the-' 'Please, Mr. Data,' Picard said impatiently. — Simon Hawke

They had been discovered and shot from behind. Now they were dying in the snow, feeling nothing, turning the snow into the color of raspberry sherbet. So it goes — Kurt Vonnegut