Gratuitement Voir Quotes & Sayings

If you are used to going five innings and then go six or seven, you won't have your good stuff. They need to start that from the minor leagues and give pitchers strong arms. — Juan Marichal

One does not reflect on a point of honor - that is already dishonor. To submit to insult, to forget a humiliation, to quail before an enemy - all these are signs of a life become worthless and superfluous. — Oswald Spengler

We've forgotten that chasing happiness or peace only causes it to seem further away. It's a little like wild kittens. You can chase them all day long and not catch them. But, if you sit quietly and allow them to come to you, you will tame them in time. — Simon Gray

Genuine fearlessness arises with the confidence that we will be able to gather the inner resources to deal with any situation that comes our way. — Matthieu Ricard

I know there's a certain love and affection for the homemade on the Internet, and I'm all for that, too, and I appreciate it in alternative music, and I appreciate it in B-movies and in Sundance, independent films. — Robert Englund

Love, when it is a sacred quest, is a space of resurrection and repair. It does more than help us survive a soulless world; it helps us to transform. — Marianne Williamson

I have this whole new audience now. — Katey Sagal

Battles come, but God is there. Accept His love, even if you can't feel it at the moment. — Gary Chapman

I am someone who hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. — Hillary Clinton

Wine still tastes for me of the mountaintop of piny woods with a warm spring dawn coming on, and that Spanishy word, Sonoma, is an exotic flavor all to itself. — Fred Chappell

A man can be beautiful, I see that now. It's not just a woman's term, not a word reserved for romantic, virtuous, elegant things. I don't think beauty is neat anymore. It's unordered. It's unbrushed hair and a torn back pocket. It's bright and strange and lovely, and if I were to paint him, I'd use all the warm colours - ochre, gold, plum, terracotta, scarlet, burnt orange. I want him to see me as I saw him then, I want him to find me alone at the end of the day with the sun in my hair. I want his heart to buckle, too. I want him to stop someone out in the square and say, who's that? Do you know her? Where is she from?"

- from Eve Green's mother's account.
"It is written on a piece of thin, yellow paper, and is folded in half. I like this account. I like it because it's true, she's right. We all want out lovers to see us that way - unaware, natural, serene. We want to change their world with one glance, to stop their breath at the sight of us. — Susan Fletcher