Fauria Lions Quotes & Sayings

I don't train to look good in the mirror. I train to make improvements in my game. — Duncan Keith

Extraordinary people survive under the most terrible circumstances and they become more extraordinary because of it. — Robertson Davies

I get paid all day, every day, which is almost too much for a sensitive artist. — Samuel L. Jackson

Maintaining peace with God is more important than keeping pace with someone else. — Andy Stanley

Some people will only value what they HAVE when it becomes what they HAD — Renita Bryant

I sent people to the penitentiary as fast as I could, never thinking about whether they deserved it. — Joe Jamail

The philosophers write about things as they are and as they appear to be, but as an artist I find that appearance is everything. — Gary Inbinder

You don't have to be embarrassed about falling all over me. I'm sure you must have used up your coordination in dance class." -Mica — Bethany Neal

This is an epiphany moment, I can either sink or swim — Jamie Scallion

Maybe it was the trying so hard to be normal that was making everyone so afraid they were going crazy. — Jon Ronson

If you carry a gun, people will call you paranoid. That's ridiculous. If I have a gun, what in the hell do I have to be paranoid about? — Clint Smith

Cat Hats: Sixteen Paper Hats to Put on Your Unsuspecting Kitty. — Mindy Kaling

He's my dad. I love him. It's not that I don't love him. I really do. And I know I need to stick with him and try to help him. And I'd miss him. I know I would. I'd miss him and I'd miss home. I don't even really know why I said that. Well . . . yeah, I sort of do. It's just different with August. Not like he's perfect. But like you know what's going to happen next, and it makes sense. And even when it doesn't work like that, I can just say so to him . . . and then we talk about it and then things make sense again. I talk to my dad all the time but nothing ever changes. It's like everything I say just sort of bounces off him. But when August and I talk, stuff actually gets worked out. And it's such a relief. — Catherine Ryan Hyde

I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn't matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn't see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I'd slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun. — Vikki Wakefield