Damasko Dc66 Quotes & Sayings

All that exists, exists in some amount and can be measured. — Edward Thorndike

Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb. He really was there all those years, a flesh-and-blood presence streaming off the wallpaper, digging up the dogwoods, polishing the finials... smelling of sawdust and sweat and designer cologne. But I ached as if he were already gone. — Alison Bechdel

To say that a man is made up of certain chemical elements is a satisfactory description only for those who intend to use him as a fertilizer. — Hermann Joseph Muller

What else have either of you got for me besides the promise of a splitting headache? - Uncle Wadsworth — Kerri Maniscalco

Didn't want to be a star, wanted just to play guitar in this cockamamie business. — George Harrison

Baseball shaded my entire outlook on life, because that's how I first saw the world. I looked at everything, even today, through what I learned about the game. Like pacing yourself, focusing yourself, preparing yourself for what you want to do, keeping yourself healthy for the game. I do all that through the eyes of a ballplayer. — Kurt Russell

What i took away from witnessing the broken climbers in Moshi was this: *Everything is easy until it isn't.* — Josh Gates

They want you to believe the Sun is hot. I urge you to ask yourself 'Have they ever touched it? Think about it. — Jaden Smith

Maddie quickly pulled down the blackout curtains over her bright and vulnerable soul. — Elizabeth Wein

All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart? — Mitch Albom

If you face life without confidence in your own powers, you succumb too easily to setbacks and adversity; you lack the will to persevere. — Nathaniel Branden

To love someone, I have to admire and respect them. — Anne Frank

The most sensitive,the most delicate of instruments is the mind of a little child — Henry Handel Richardson

This couldn't be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that. A light breeze stirred the pin-cherry tree beside the window, ruffled the feathers of a fat sea gull promenading on the pink rocks below. The breeze was full of evergreen spice. — Dorothy Maywood Bird