Disparador Stencil Quotes & Sayings

I think my first story sold for $550. This was in 1954, and it seemed like quite a lot of money, and I said to myself, 'Hey, I'm a professional writer now.' — John Updike

The right way to play golf is to go up and hit the bloody thing. — George Duncan

You have to bounce in life with joy. Your strength lies in your smiles and your songs. — Harbhajan Singh Yogi

I think like any marriage, especially when you've had divorced parents like myself; you want to try even harder to make it work. — Princess Diana

Her giggles were light in my darkness. — Shana Vanterpool

In many of my plays, there was a kind of autobiographical character in the form of a son or young man. The purpose of it, of course, was to write about myself. That character was always the least fully realized. Eighteen years later, you realize, That's what he was about. — Sam Shepard

If I really want inner peace in my life, then I must not busy myself with what other people do and say. — Sri Chinmoy

Why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin? — Rachel Caine

And it (the left brain) has a massive role within this reality, yes. It is basically the point where infinite consciousness joins this reality. It's that conduit. But if you get trapped in it, and imprisoned by it, you become the decoding mechanism itself and it becomes your awareness. — David Icke

After years of research, I discovered 25 differences in the work-life choices of men and women. All 25 lead to men earning more money, but to women having better lives. — Warren Farrell

I want a 60-year-old mind, a 30-year-old body, and a 20-year-old man! — Carolyn V. Hamilton

I encounter a lot of prejudice and a lot of darkness. I have to negotiate constantly through situations that are uncomfortable or difficult or strange. — Andrew Solomon

A chill swept over me. "I feel like you are saying good-bye for good."
His eyes bore into mine with a surprising intensity. "No, I'll never say that word to you. — Ashlan Thomas

The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned. — Dia Reeves