Fiordland National Park Quotes & Sayings

But hey, at least we'll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I'm a psychiatrist's wet dream. — Kendare Blake

It is not unusual to sift
through ashes
and find an unburnt picture — Nikki Giovanni

Perfection in art is a crime against humanity. Perfect humanity in crime is art — Dean Cavanagh

She thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly. — Jane Austen

In today's competitive economy, to stand still is to die. — Chuck Schumer

To the men and women who own men and women
those of us meant to be lovers
we will not pardon you
for wasting our bodies and time — Leonard Cohen

Under the snowcapped mountains of Fiordland National Park, freshwater streams empty into the saltwater fiords, creating a unique ecosystem. This is a heavily wooded park, so the water in the streams is stained with tannin, a substance found in plants that makes clean water seem dirty, though it isn't. — Brian Skerry

So, what happened next will have to go down in my book of Bad Decisions, planted firmly in the chapter entitled, I have no idea what I was thinking — Paul Feig

You do show after show after show and get them done and on the air. Television devours material. We work a minimum of 12, 14 hours, and often 15, 18 hours a day. — Parker Stevenson

He swept his hand, indicating me from head to toe. "It's like you just broke your seal and slipped out of your plastic wrap".
"Why does everything you say sound obscene?"
"You look like a doll that's never been played with. That's all I'm saying. I can't help it if you have a dirty mind — Kat Falls

In the 1960s and '70s, there wasn't much evidence at all. We knew vaguely the causes of cancer, but methods like genomics were very new. — Harold E. Varmus

I'm glad you had a good time, Pidge. You deserve it. — Jamie McGuire

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures. — Garth Nix