Glassburn In Pa Quotes & Sayings

There are two kinds of artists left: those who endorse Pepsi and those who simply won't. — Annie Lennox

It is not yet a feeling that points her in a direction. It is just the feeling of a vacuum, a void waiting to be filled. — Eleanor Catton

What brought me to the theater, no matter you're a Jew or a Russian or Armenian or Latvian, are suddenly illuminated by stage light and one beautiful image of dance. — Mikhail Baryshnikov

...I believe our early experiences and beliefs about our place in the world inform who we think we are and what we deserve and by what means it should be given to us. — Cheryl Strayed

Live your life like you're 80 looking back on your teenager years. You know if your dad calls you at eight in the morning and asks if you want to go out for breakfast. As a teenager you're like no, I want to sleep. But as an eighty year old looking back you have that breakfast with your dad. It just little things like that, that helped me when I was a teenager in terms of making choices you won't regret. — Taylor Swift

I think that's why I'm an actor: so I can tell those stories without having to really live through those stories with real consequences and real stakes, real responsibility. — Aaron Lazar

Only a heart that knows how to love can ever be broken. — Gisclerc Morisset

The sergeant is the Army. — Dwight D. Eisenhower

She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time. — Samuel Beckett

Thou shalt not follow someone, merely because they are following you. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

I looked back on the roaring Twenties, with its jazz, 'Great Gatsby' and the pre-Code films as a party I had somehow managed to miss. — Hugh Hefner

My grandmother lived a remarkable life. She watched her nation fall to pieces; and even when she became collateral damage, she believed in the power of the human spirit. She gave when she had nothing; she fought when she could barely stand; she clung to tomorrow when she couldn't find footing on the rock ledge of yesterday. She was a chameleon, slipping into the personae of a privileged young girl, a frightened teen, a dreamy novelist, a proud prisoner, an army wife, a mother hen. She became whomever she needed to be to survive, but she never let anyone else define her.
By anyone's account, her existence had been full, rich, important - even if she chose not to shout about her past, but rather to keep it hidden. It had been nobody's business but her own; it was still nobody's business. — Jodi Picoult