Firestep Quotes & Sayings

I don't have too much spare time, but I try to play games as much as possible. I played a little growing up, but I never played any tennis games before. — Lleyton Hewitt

The human race is plainly nothing in eternity, but to us, in time, it is everything and ought not to die. — Gore Vidal

You are never too old to dream, keep dreaming like never before and you're never too young to dream, so young people go for it don't hesitate; dream again and again. — Euginia Herlihy

It was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England. — J.M. Barrie

Who everywhere is free from all ties, who neither rejoices nor sorrows if fortune is good or ill, his is a serene wisdom.
Intro to Part 3, Chapter 1. Credit was given to The Bhagavad Gita. — Deborah Moggach

Our brief history of evaluation research begins at the end with an instant observation on the here and now. A — Ray Pawson

If what passed as nonviolence does not enable people to protect the honour of women, or if it does not enable women to protect their own honour, it is not nonviolence. — Mahatma Gandhi

Suddenly the reader's eyes were filled with tears, and a loving voice whispered in his ear: -Why are you crying if everything in that book isn't true?- And the reader replied: -I know; but what I feel is real. — Angel Gonzalez

The Golden Thumb is not as good as the Oscar, but it is a lot of fun. — Roger Ebert

In a capitalist system, things are valued by what people will pay for them. — John Currin

That's the way it crumbles, cookie-wise — Billy Wilder

I tried college and I hated that. I seem to quit everything I do. — Harmony Korine

When are you coming back?" he'd demanded as he'd watched her throw her clothes into two suitcases and head for the door.
"When you get some help with your drinking." He didn't need any help. He drank fine without it. — B. J. Daniels

The photograph is a tool used to take you back to a certain point in one's life, to remember a face or a place you once stood. I feel there is always something quite melancholic about a photograph. — Idris Khan

Maybe someday we'll see each other again, Charlie. For real I mean. Until then, save me a seat, okay?
-Solo — Trish Doller

Weir heard something different in the sounds. Once, during a period of calm, he sat on the firestep waiting for Stephen to return from an inspection and listened to the music of the tins. The empty ones were sonorous, the fuller ones provided an ascending scale. Those filled to the brim produced only a fat percussive beat unless they overbalanced, when the cascade would give a loud variation. Within earshot there were scores of tins in different states of fullness and with varying resonance. Then he heard the wire moving in the wind. It set up a moaning background noise that would occasionally gust into prominence, then lapse again to mere accompaniment. He had to work hard to discern, or perhaps imagine, a melody in this tin music, but it was better in his ears than the awful sound of shellfire. — Sebastian Faulks