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So, I'm always around video games but I've always been interested in them from a visual perspective, with the graphic design and that whole thing. I don't know if that comes from my love of photography or what but that's always what's held my interest about them. — Sophia Bush
You know, a statesman is a dead politician. — Arlen Specter
A great many people, he had noticed, spent large parts of their time worrying about things they were powerless to alter. Had they concentrated all this energy on things they could influence, think how different their lives would be. — Diane Setterfield
We dread life's termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope. — William Hazlitt
Maybe it's not the first kisses that are supposed to be special. Maybe it's the last ones. — Kiera Cass
Direct experience is the only way. — Thich Nhat Hanh
I think a handwritten letter - a lot of guys don't realize what that means.It's those little romantic touches that tell a lady, "I like a lot of people, but you have a special place in my heart." — Betty White
Solitude was his fate; he was trapped in his heredity. — Ursula K. Le Guin
I was a dispatcher, flat-tire fixer, changed the oil, fixed the fan belts. There was nothing too good for me. — Manuel Moroun
If God be just, I, a sinner, alone and without a substitute, must be punished; but Jesus stands in my stead and is punished for me; and now, if God be just, I, a sinner, standing in Christ, can never be punished. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Kudos to people who put themselves forward as the arbiters of taste. — Leon Max
Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask? — Alyson Noel
Regardless of where many of us believe we land - in that field encumbered by not too much baggage or entirely too much - we all come from the same place, which is a road rutted by experience so banal, nearly remarkable, that memory tricks us into remembrance of it again and again, as if experience alone were not enough. What are we to do with such a life, one in which we are not left alone to events - love, shopping, and so forth - but to the holocaust of feeling that memory, misremembered or not, imposes on us? — Hilton Als
Wherever there is a number, there is beauty. — Proclus