Hanning Elektro Werke Quotes & Sayings

Whatever your dream is, look yourself in the mirror and declare that you are indeed going to achieve it -no matter what the price. — Jack Canfield

Creativity is utilizing both sides of the brain simultaneously - creative + activity. — Pearl Zhu

I play because I know I can play the game, so it's their decision whether or not they want to keep me or they wanna trade me. Whatever decision they make, I will understand it. — Carlos Beltran

Speed kills colour ... the gyroscope, when turning at full speed, shows up gray. — Paul Morand

Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires. — Edward Abbey

I would definitely like to start working with more people over age 7. — Beck Bennett

Science becomes dangerous only when it imagines that it has reached its goal. — George Bernard Shaw

Bilbo had escaped the goblins, but he did not know where he was. He had lost hood, cloak, food, pony, his buttons and his friends. He wandered on and on, till the sun began to sink westwards - behind the mountains. Their shadows fell across Bilbo's path, and he looked back. Then he looked forward and could see before him only ridges and slopes falling towards lowlands and plains glimpsed occasionally between the trees. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers. — Barbara Kingsolver

And as we kissed, really kissed, something inside me was smashed, like a splitting atom, erupting with all the force of a shattering nucleus. And yet I was strangely at peace, too. It was like I'd found my place in the universe, in the chaos, and Lucius and I could go along locked together throughout time without end, like pi, existing infinitely, irrationally, spinning through time. — Beth Fantaskey

Poetry was not meant to be a workhorse; it was not designed to paint pretty moral pictures of life; it was not brought into being to confuse us with cryptograms, or high platitudes, or pompous pretensions. The poet was meant to be a seer; he was designed to run toward the intensities and magnificences of life, to bathe his hands in reality. But where the mystic ran toward Reality in silence and lost himself in it, the poet as soon as he had experienced it, ran back toward humanity crying the good news and putting it into shimmering webs of words. — Francis Beauchesne Thornton

Edward suggested we stick all the pictures on the walls of the dining room. "And put pin holes in your nice clean walls," I said. "Don't be barbaric," Edward said. "We'll use sticky putty. — Laurell K. Hamilton