Isolamentos Quotes & Sayings

I try to do as many different roles as the system will allow me. That's the benefit of not being in a giant blockbuster where you're the lead and you get typecast in that kind of role. I am able to slip in or out of a lot of different parts. — Patrick Wilson

Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play, — George R R Martin

You want to achieve your dreams early, right? I know of only one back door; that's HARDWORK. Only few people use that entrance so the advantage is that there is no or less traffic there! — Israelmore Ayivor

Well, the most important thing in choreographing for a specific tune is to get the story line and try to make your movements, rather than just actual movements, let them become more or less a physical drama to, to what they were singing about. And uh, also, uh, honor the beat and the rhythmic pattern of the musical track. — Cholly Atkins

Society was the only threat to the sanctity of selfhood: an unpatroned library was an orderly library. — Reif Larsen

Not with any hope of defeating solitude in that way, but, quite the contrary, in order to nurture it — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad. — Edmund Spenser

He now realized that right and wrong were intertwined notions. His arms could not differentiate between just and unjust causes. They only knew that they were empty. — Roy L. Pickering Jr.

Harvard has now de facto become a Chinese outpost. — Thorsten J. Pattberg

In order to get the things I want, it helps me to pretend I'm a figure in a daytime drama, a schemer. Soap opera characters make emphatic pronouncements. They ball up their fists and state their goals out loud. 'I will destroy Buchanan Enterprises,' they say. 'Phoebe Wallingford will pay for what she's done to our family.' Walking home with the back half of the twelve-foot ladder, I turned to look in the direction of Hugh's loft. 'You will be mine,' I commanded. — David Sedaris

I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift. — Mary Oliver