Dexxi Quotes & Sayings
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An Englishman will take you into a large room, beautifully proportioned, and will point out to you that it is white- all over white- and somebody will say what exquisite taste. You know in your own mind, in your own soul, that it is not taste at allthat is the want of tastethat is mere evasion. English music is white and evades everything. — Edward Elgar
We contend that ideas and/or practices may be scriptural as long as they are not condemned by scripture. — Charles H. Kraft
Instead of mindlessly tossing billions at or taking billions from the Net as such, investors should be spending their time making sure that it's the future Fords and General Motors of cyberspace that are getting the capital they need. — James Surowiecki
True love withstands the storms of life. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann
I grew up going to school and high school and then shooting a movie for a few months. It's an odd way to grow up and is kind of forced maturity. — Logan Lerman
Independence that has declared its 'independence' from the sure and certain compass of sound morals is nothing more than rogue greed having scantily dressed itself in the garb of independence while running off the cliff of anarchy. — Craig D. Lounsbrough
There is no greater glory than to die for love. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I am very rigorous with myself. — Brunello Cucinelli
I take jobs with people I admire, people with incredible talent who aren't necessarily big sellers. — Narada Michael Walden
I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind. — Charles Bronson
I'm inspired by almost everything I come across in life, and one way or another they find themselves sneaking into my stories. — James Dashner
Human nature is always interesting ... And it's curious to see how certain types always tend to act in exactly the same way. - Miss Marple, The Herb of Death, Pg. 167 — Agatha Christie