Entristecia Quotes & Sayings

I started playing drums at about seven or eight. My mom used to let me play with the pots and pans, and instead of telling me to stop like most moms would, she just let me do it. So the noise kind of turned into music. From that point on, musically, that's what I want to do: start creating beats. — Roshon Fegan

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid. — Markus Zusak

It's always struck me as funny that guys with scars get a reputation for being hard. It's the ones that cut them you should be looking out for, right? — Louise Welsh

My mother is chairman of a bank called the Indo-Zambia Bank. It's a joint venture between Zambia and India. My father runs Integrity Foundation, an anticorruption organization. — Dambisa Moyo

I don't think we surprise people. We try to out-execute them. — Mike Krzyzewski

Like anyone else who harbors precious secrets wrought from years of searching, I have longed for someone to tell. — Hope Jahren

Her disposition toward life was that of an elite athlete who knows the opponent is dirty and the refs are on the take, but also knows the championship is one game away. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

But now isn't simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until - later of sooner - perhaps - no, not perhaps - quite certainly: it will come. — Christopher Isherwood

Pain is that last quarter of a mile. You feel it, but when you're through racing, your whole body just feels elated. So the pain is worth it. — Louis Zamperini

Commerce is really as interesting as nature. — Henry David Thoreau

Life is heavier than the weight of all things. — Rainer Maria Rilke

Scientific objectivity is not the absence of initial bias. It is attained by frank confession of it. — Mortimer J. Adler

There is no city on Earth quite like Charleston. From the time I first came there in 1961, it's held me in its enchanter's power, the wordless articulation of its singularity, its withheld and magical beauty. Wandering through its streets can be dreamlike and otherworldly, its alleyways and shortcuts both fragrant and mysterious, yet as haunted as time turned in on itself. — Pat Conroy