Ilaria Capua Quotes & Sayings

Obviously we're celebrating a 36-year legacy on ABC and the end of an era, but we're also celebrating the start of a new era with this great property on ESPN. It's a bit of mixed emotions. — George Bodenheimer

I don't say that I never feel fear before a performance, but I have learned to channel it. — Claudio Arrau

The one thing we owe absolutely to God is never to be afraid of anything. — Charles De Foucauld

Britain produces great actors because they learn on stage so know their stuff when they get on a movie set. — Jerry Weintraub

Because going through a hard life with someone else is better than going through an easy life alone. — Jesse Eisenberg

Death is God's way of taking people away from evil. From what kind of evil? An extended disease? An addiction? A dark season of rebellion? We don't know. But we know that no person lives one day more or less than God intends. "All the days planned for me were written in your book before I was one day old" (Ps. 139:16). — Max Lucado

There is no real joy that does not involve self-denial and self-discipline — Joseph B. Wirthlin

I knew you'd be lucky today. I was pretty lucky myself, 693 came out and I played 698. Had the first two numbers right, anyway." Andy smiled. "Are you a ducker for that number racket. I guess everybody is a sucker for some kind of racket. Horses, numbers, cards, bingo, pinball machines...the great American hobbies. Everybody trying anything to make a few bucks." "I only play two cents a day," Charley said weakly. "Go ahead, play, if you get a bang out of it. Maybe you'll hit...one of these days! There's our old pal, one of these days, and some day, popping up. — Len Zinberg

When the world asks if there is any hope, we can say absolutely! No one is exempt from tragedy or disappointment- God himself was not exempt. Jesus offered no immunity, no way out of the unfairness, but rather a way through it to the other side. — Philip Yancey

History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern. — T. S. Eliot