Im Amazed Quotes & Sayings

A talkative person runs himself upon great inconvenience by blabbing out his own and others' secrets. — John Ray

I don't believe in being typecast. If I believed it, it probably would have happened to me. You attract what you make. — Carrie-Anne Moss

I bungee-jump, skydive, surf and snowboard. — Orlando Bloom

Anytime the perfume of orange and lemon groves wafts in the window; the human body has to feel suffused with a languorous well-being. — Frances Mayes

I now understand why people sometimes describe the air as 'bitter cold'. The cold is not bitter. They are bitter about the cold. — Taylor Jenkins Reid

Somewhere along the line you have to trust someone. You've just got to be clever enough to pick someone who's smart and wholesome and worthy-and then just listen to what they say. — David Joyner

When Godric banished Fairweather and Tune, they all three bled for it, and part of Godric snaked off too, nevermore to come again. And it's Godric's flesh that Ailred's cough cleaves to like an axe. And when brave Mouse went down off Wales, he bore to the bottom the cut of Godric's sharp farewell. And when Gillian vanished in a Dover wood, she took with her all but the husk of Godric's joy. — Frederick Buechner

Life is supposed to be a series of peaks and valleys. The secret is to keep the valleys from becoming Grand Canyons. — Bernard Williams

Let go of your expectations. The universe will do what it will. Sometimes your dreams will come true. Sometimes they won't. Sometimes when you let go of a broken dream, another one gently takes its place. Be aware of what is, not what you would like to be, taking place. — Melody Beattie

Any plot you impose on your characters will be onomatopoetic: PLOT. I say don't worry about plot. Worry about the characters. Let what they say or do reveal who they are, and be involved in their lives, and keep asking yourself, Now what happens? The development of relationship creates plot. — Anne Lamott

Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers! You are milk and honey and love and death and dance. From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks, Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher, At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground, Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage. — Czeslaw Milosz