Epigrams Examples Quotes & Sayings

How impossible it is for us to imagine ourselves victims of disaster. We suffer for the poor people who were thrown into the sea from their cruise ship off the coast of Tuscany, some losing their lives. Imagine a world of accelerating natural disasters, one after the other so that nobody can help anyone else. — Vivienne Westwood

We are spectacular splendid manifestations of life. We have language. We have affection. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music. — Lewis Thomas

They call me and tell me that if you keep working at the archdiocese, something's going to happen to you. They say they know your license plate numbers, that they know your every move, that they're going to search our house . . . They say I should convince you to leave your work or . . ." "Or what . . . ? — Maria Lopez Vigil

The man who spends all his time on his own needs, who organizes every day as though it were his last, neither longs for nor fears the next day. — Seneca.

And I guess, I guess it's a humanist film. It's not really a spiritual film and it's, you know, it's saying that we're all one tribe of humans and we're on this little rock, floating through the universe and (Amenabar) has these (transitional shots of) POVs where you see humans like ants. — Rachel Weisz

Thom is one of those wonderful people to cook for because he absolutely loves it, just loves it. He loves to eat and drink and he'd be a great guest at any dinner party. — Ted Allen

As we hate ourselves less, we tend to hate other people less too. — Frederick Lenz

Up everything from tiny cracks in the walls to mouse holes. Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its — J.K. Rowling

Our compassion and acts of selflessness take us to the deeper truths. — Mata Amritanandamayi

The hotness of a sex scene lies in the loins of the beholder. — J.Leigh Hunter

If you must fail, fail spectacularly. — Ransom Riggs

The place where the prince of darkness reigns is a place of humiliation — Sunday Adelaja

Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess's cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that's used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death. — John Updike