Daveney The Notebook Quotes & Sayings

Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for. — Immanuel Kant

Leave no stone unturned. — Euripides

I love long power walks in the countryside. — Alice Temperley

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging. — Toni Morrison

Sometimes
Some lies
Can take a minute
To fully realize
His tears
Your eyes
Thirty seconds to apologize
You give it one more chance
Just like the time before
But he already know you'd give a hundred more
Until that night in bed
You wake up in a sweat
You're racing to the door
Can't take it anymore — Alicia Keys

...she had enough experience around testosterone to know the shit going through a man's head at any given moment should never be revealed for public consumption. Especially female public. — Terri Osburn

As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will never fully know my mother, any more than I will ever know my father or Connor, or myself. I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts? — Rebecca Wells

Your life is too important to give it to distractions. — Robin Sharma

When I was seven, I wanted to be Esther Williams. I was drummed out of Brownies because I snuck off to the cinema to watch an Esther Williams festival - my greatest wish if I get to Hollywood is to meet her. — Jacki Weaver

I want to get to the point where one day I don't have to have anything but a rug and a microphone stand on stage and still be able to sell out places like Madison Square Garden, like Bruce Springsteen does. — Demi Lovato

The idea is that inside every human being, however unprepossessing, there is a glorious, talented, and overwhelmingly attractive personality. Nonsense. Inside each of us is a mess of unruly, primitive impulses, and these can sometimes, under the strenuous self-discipline and dedication of art, result in notable creativity. — Margaret Halsey

We began to walk away when I felt a sharp pain rip through my skull. Trevor had grabbed me by my ponytail and flung me to the floor in a fit of rage. I hit the floor, and the force of the impact dazed me. — B.B. Reid