Quotes & Sayings About Gamma Phi Beta

You don't walk with your feet; you walk with your courage! No courage, no walking! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Being an author is to have a toe in the creative pool and a foot in the vat of commerce. — Fennel Hudson

Recognition that most of what is generally considered the truth is entirely relative. Subject and object are not as distinct as most people think. If the boundary separating the two isn't clear-cut to begin with, it is not such a difficult task to intentionally shift back and forth from one to the other. — Haruki Murakami

My strength as a TV writer was my total lack of interest in television. — Maria Semple

Makeup ignites a psychological transformation of both the wearer and the observer. My paintings sought to locate the subject of art within the manipulation of that altered predisposition. — Richard Phillips

I've always been a fan at home. That's the one joke I have with Sam [Champion]. "I've always loved you! I remember wanting to be you in grade school!" — Chris Cuomo

Sun reaches the people even in the darkness through the moonlight. The way can be found even when it seems there is no way! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start — Avicii

My grandfather's 86 and he's having a baby. Man, I hope when I'm 86 I can have babies. — Enrique Iglesias

You're so used to being on the road and having a schedule that the insanity seeps in when you're sitting at home and there's nothing going on that day. I remember the first time we got off one of our first big tours, I told my guys, "Go home to your girlfriends." The next day, all my guys texted me like, "Do you wanna, like, do something? Let's all go bowling. I can't hang with people that live normal lives." — Lzzy Hale

The main reception foyer was almost empty but Ford nevertheless weaved his way through it. — Douglas Adams

The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else! — Friedrich Nietzsche

A strange, pale figure emerged - Pendergast? - and she felt herself suddenly in his arms, lifted bodily as if she were a child again, her head cradled against his chest. She felt his shoulders began to convulse, faintly, regularly, almost as if he was weeping. But that was, of course, impossible, as Pendergast would never cry. — Douglas Preston