Duracell Batteries Quotes & Sayings

The universe has no mind and that's why it can never reach perfection! Perfection is the art of meticulous high-mind! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

It is difficult to distinguish where the feminine ends and nature begins. — Antonio Carlos Jobim

the definition of immortality centered on being remembered. The "living dead" were kept from fading into anonymity by being called to life in communal story, song, and dance. Remembering, whether by written or oral means, is an act of distillation. Some memories fall away; others survive, are embellished, and become stronger with the passage of time. Stories — Milton C. Sernett

All things of this phenomenal world are mere illusion. They are worth neither discussing nor desiring. — Yoshida Kenko

I can't mate in captivity. — Gloria Steinem

Rain says everything we cannot say to one another. t is an ancient sound that willed all life into being, but fell so long upon nothing. — Simon Van Booy

After being turned down by numerous publishers, he decided to write for posterity. — George Ade

We need to cultivate hearts that are ready to change, ready to be mounded and shaped by the loving hands of God as we offer ourselves wholeheartedly in worship. — Stuart Townend

So while I was busy saving you from Hell,
you were pushing me further to it; the poison murdering me well. — Shannon Perry

I am stupid" Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter " And kind, which makes me the biggest idiot in the world. — Markus Zusak

I wanted to be a stuntman. I didn't really want to be an actor. I took classes when I was younger, but I really sucked. — Osric Chau

Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time. — Mason Cooley

It's fun to work the robotic arm in part because it's really a team effort. — Ellen Ochoa

I've been dyslexic and had Attention Deficit Disorder at some time in my life. I still read with a highlighter, but I've always loved to read. — Andrew Young

Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat? — Jack Kerouac