Daplin Paint Quotes & Sayings

Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the theory of relativity and principals of uncertainty. Phenomena that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I believe I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we
imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. That each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction. Proposition, I have fallen in love with Luisa Rey. Is this possible? I just met her and yet, I feel like something important has happened to me. — David Mitchell

I can't think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me — Leo Tolstoy

When however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is going to be trouble. — John Irving

I found when I followed the driveway around to the back that behind its imposing front it was just another tract house, as if the architect had tried to combine a southern plantation mansion with the slave quarters. — Ross Macdonald

People who feel good about themselves, produce good results. — Kenneth H. Blanchard

Alex smiled to herself. "I do like the sound of showing Gavin that I was right. — Sarah MacLean

This profession has fed me creatively and allowed me to have a home life and a private life. — Julia Barr

Cynic, n. A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are not as they ought to be. — Ambrose Bierce

There are no such things as problems, only solutions! — Lowell Tillman Jr.

Wherever Hana is now, in the future, she is aware of the line of movement Kip's body followed out of her life. Her mind repeats it. The path he slammed through among them. When he turned into a stone of silence in their midst. She recalls everything of that August day - what the sky was like, the objects on the table in front of her going dark under the thunder. — Michael Ondaatje

Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program or know the names? For that matter, what color jersey's are they reading as they trot out to the feild? — Ray Bradbury