Erano Holdings Quotes & Sayings

Thus I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence, which is a noble thing. — Winston Churchill

Come let us mock at the good
That fancied goodness might be gay,
And sick of solitude
Might proclaim a holiday:
Wind shrieked and where are they? — William Butler Yeats

However, I do firmly believe in maintaining the integrity of the animal. — Janine Turner

Through itself the soul arrives at all harmony that is perceptible in otherness-just as through what is internal the soul arrives at what is external. — Nicholas Of Cusa

Never stop! Slow down sometimes, but never stop! — Terry Crews

You want to do something, you want to have the bravery to do something original. And there will always be people who are like, the classicists who are like, 'No, but it's got to have this.' In life, there are people like that attached to every single thing that there is. These are the same people that are like, still playing vinyl. — Peter Sarsgaard

Just think: what if you could just, just blink yourself away? — Black Thought

When "everything is awesome" we may miss what (and Who) is truly deserving of awe. — Kevin DeYoung

I always feel like I'm the young one, I'm the small one. — Shawn Johnson

I try to be as clear and simple as I can be in my illustrations so that the child can tell what is going on and what the emotions are. — Tomie DePaola

We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe. — Elie Wiesel

When we left it, the city was still smoldering. Otherwise it was a perfect spring morning. White hyacinths gasped in the embassy lawn. The sky was September-blue and the pigeons went on pecking at bits of bread scattered by the bombed bakery. Broken baguettes. Crushed croissants. Gutted cars. A carousel spinning its blackened horses. He said the shadow of missiles growing larger on the sidewalk looked like god playing an air piano above us. — Ocean Vuong