Dehring Bunting Quotes & Sayings

Am I a frustrated performer? My wife would say I am! I guess there has to be something of the performer in you if you build a global business. — Lloyd Dorfman

That which is aware of sadness is not sad. That which is aware of fear is not fearful. The moment I am lost in thought, however, I'm as confused as anyone else. — Sam Harris

Because improbable tragedies create improbable superheroes. — Fredrik Backman

If you have no enemies, you have no character. — Paul Newman

Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty. — George Eliot

I haven't had this much fun since the rats ate my baby sister — Robert Bloch

The first important step in weathering failure is learning not to personalize it. — John C. Maxwell

To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means I might save some. — Pauline Creeden

The inner directions are real, as are the inward sun and moon
in your dreams. Dreams are like death, but with a difference! Don't believe
what you are told. Learn by experiencing. Asleep you see what you do not see awake.
You run to dream interpreters wanting to know where that sight came from. This talk
of derivation wastes your time. The true watchers and seekers are those who
remember, who return in sleep like elephants to Hindustan. — Rumi

He looked at the beautiful woman frowning up at him and his cock did nothing. His eyes shot back to Zoe and damn if his cock didn't twitch happily. Trevor swallowed hard as realization hit.
There was something wrong with his dick. — R.L. Mathewson

It isn't easy being a celebrity cricketer in India. — Kapil Dev

However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity. — Herman Melville

She went back to the kitchen, for the kitchen of the Hand of God was so large that Miss Joliffe and Anastasia used part of it for their sitting-room, took the pencil out of "Northanger Abbey," and tried to transport herself to Bath. Five minutes ago she had been in the Grand Pump Room herself, and knew exactly where Mrs Allen and Isabella Thorpe and Edward Morland were sitting; where Catherine was standing, and what John Thorpe was saying to her when Tilney walked up. But alas! Anastasia found no re-admission; the lights were put out, the Pump Room was in darkness. A sad change to have happened in five minutes; but no doubt the charmed circle had dispersed in a huff on finding that they no longer occupied the first place in Miss Anastasia Joliffe's interest. And, indeed, she missed them the less because she had discovered that she herself possessed a wonderful talent for romance, and had already begun the first chapter of a thrilling story. — John Meade Falkner