Gowder And Heaton Quotes & Sayings

If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete. — Gautama Buddha

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand — Alice Sebold

I was feeling sorry for myself and immediately assumed her life was going better than mine. Ridiculous, of course - no one can know what a stranger's life is like. Often we don't even know what a loved one's life is like. We all keep so many things to ourselves. — Meredith Marple

Why did it seem that the more he demonstrated himself to be an idiot, the more convinced people became that he had some kind of hidden depths? — Brandon Sanderson

I definitely have aspirations outside of YouTube, but I think there's a lot of people on YouTube who want to leave YouTube. I don't want to leave; I love it. — Tyler Oakley

It can hardly be pressed forcibly enough on the attention of the student of nature, that there is scarcely any natural phenomenon which can be fully and completely explained, in all its circumstances, without a union of several, perhaps of all, the sciences. — John Herschel

Because I am really interested in gardening, I do really interesting plants, not even always flowers. And because I have grown them, I really know them like friends. I paint everything from exotic orchids to rosehips growing wild in a hedge. They just have to speak to me. — Emma Tennant

Every year, I give my dad an advance copy of my latest book. He reads it over the next several nights and says something incredibly supportive. Then he clears his throat nervously and changes the subject. — Chelsea Cain

In this nation, leadership is dollars. — Norman Lear

Because pretending to be happy is almost like being happy. Until you remember that you're only pretending. Then you're sad. Really sad. Because wearing a mask every day of your life is the hardest thing to do. And after a while, you get a little scared because the mask becomes you. — Brittainy C. Cherry

Real obsession needs an unconscious motivation behind it. — Damon Galgut

She had seen Brianna's face for a moment in the light; white as paper and hard as bone, with the eyes black holes. Her gentle, kindly mistress had vanished like smoke, taken over by a deamhan, a she-devil. Lizzie was a town lass, born long after Culloden. She had never seen the wild clansmen of the glens, or a Highlander in the grip of blood fury - but she'd heard the auld stories, and now she knew them true. A person who looked like that might do anything at all. She — Diana Gabaldon