Hellenga Quotes & Sayings

There was a time I didn't know your name
Why should I worry, cry in vain
but now she's gone, and I don't worry
cause I'm sittin' on top of the world. — Robert Hellenga

Sometimes pain is God's megaphone, his only way to get our attention. — Robert Hellenga

Sometimes it takes a little jolt to make us appreciate what we've got. — Robert Hellenga

The only meaning our lives have is the meaning we give them. — Robert Hellenga

It makes me proud, and it makes me scared. More than anything, I want to be an actor and I want to keep working, and I think there's a danger in being perceived as a poster boy for something. — Randy Harrison

They always say it is better to have loved and lost and all that, so no I don't think I have any regrets, and I have always been there for all of my kids no matter what. — Mark Goddard

Death was a lens that would reveal things as they really were: what was important would assume its true importance; what was unimportant would recede into the shadows. — Robert Hellenga

However far back you go you will find all experiences linked by slender threads. — Robert Hellenga

I'd never heard of Robert Hellenga; I didn't think a book with the name 'Snakewoman of Little Egypt' would hold any appeal for me at all. — Carolyn See

Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end. — Robert Hellenga

He knew that he'd known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imaginary conversations, imagining her saying such delightful things. — Robert Hellenga

She heard melody and harmony and counterpoint; he heard something calling him from far, far away. — Robert Hellenga

Man is an imitative creature. — Friedrich Schiller

The state of man's mind, or the elementary phase of mind which he so far possesses, conforms precisely to the state of the world as he so far views it — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

The only time the ghosts disappear from his eyes is when he's looking at you. — Julie Johnson

Our spiritual traditions have carried virtues across time. They are tools for the art of living. They are pieces of intelligence about human behavior that neuroscience is now exploring with new words and images: what we practice, we become. What's true of playing the piano or throwing a ball also holds for our capacity to move through the world mindlessly and destructively or generously and gracefully. I've come to think of virtues and rituals as spiritual technologies for being our best selves in flesh and blood, time and space. There are superstar virtues that come most readily to mind and can be the work of a day or a lifetime - love, compassion, forgiveness. And there are gentle shifts of mind and habit that make those possible, working patiently through the raw materials of our lives. — Krista Tippett

He doesn't believe in talking too much about art, especially while you're looking at it. The pressure to appreciate is the great enemy of actual enjoyment. Most people don't know what they like because they feel obligated to like so many different things. They feel they're supposed to be overwhelmed, so instead of looking, they spend their time thinking up something to say, something intelligent, or at least clever. — Robert Hellenga

He wondered what you had to do to lose your driver's license in Italy. — Robert Hellenga

It's 'The Hunger Games.' My character needs to look hungry. A little bit. — Liam Hemsworth

What to do with the past? There was so much of it. — Robert Hellenga

The first thing we did was to proclaim our Liverpoolness to the world, and say 'It's all right to come from Liverpool and talk like this'. Before, anybody from Liverpool who made it, like Ted Ray, Tommy Handley, Arthur Askey, had to lose their accent to get on the BBC. — John Lennon

All I know is that my life is filled with little pockets of silence. When I put a record on the turntable, for example, there's a little interval-between the time the needle touches down on the record and the time the music actually starts-during which my heart refuses to beat. All I know is that between the rings of the telephone, between the touch of a button and the sound of the radio coming on, between the dimming of the lights at the cinema and the start of the film, between the lightning and the thunder, between the shout and the echo, between the lifting of a baton and the opening bars of a symphony, between the dropping of a stone and the plunk that comes back from the bottom of a well, between the ringing of the doorbell and the barking of the dogs I sometimes catch myself, involuntarily, listening for the sound of my mother's voice, still waiting for the tape to begin. — Robert Hellenga

No one loves his country for its size or eminence, but because it's his own. — Seneca The Younger