Izaiah Brown Quotes & Sayings

Smiling is the best way to face every problem, to crush every fear, to hide every pain. — Will Smith

Maybe someday you'll realize that we are both solid despite the cracks. — Amy Reed

Winter is the time of love and of taking the light within. — Terry Taylor

His hot breath fanned her skin. "At this pace, you're going to beg me to make you come in about five minutes or less." His voice deepened. "I'll stop long enough for your passion to cool and we'll start again. I can do this for hours until you're drenched in sweat and hurting so bad to come that you'll tell me anything I want to know just to make the agony stop. It will turn into that." "That's mean. — Laurann Dohner

Everything that happens is designed to awaken us. Everything. — Leonard Jacobson

Amazingly, even in midst of trauma, people continue to smile, to love, to celebrate, to create, and to renew. — David B. Feldman

I only know that I fired twice, or perhaps several times, without knowing whether I had hit or missed. — Gavrilo Princip

Workaholics don't actually accomplish more than nonworkaholics. They may claim to be perfectionists, but that just mean they're wasting time fixating on inconsequential details instead of moving on to the next task. — David Heinemeier Hansson

Not to be occupied, and not to exist, amount to the same thing," he said. "All people are good except those who are idle. — Will Durant

When I was shooting a movie in Montreal, it was freezing. If you take a little bit of Aquaphor and dab it on your face, it keeps your skin looking fresh. I dubbed it Aqua For Everything. — Lucy Liu

To be a woman is not a weakness. — Gloria D. Gonsalves

Humans have a strong desire to be part of a group. That desire makes us susceptible to fads, fashions, and idea contagions. — Michael Mauboussin

If you don't have any weird moments, you're weird — Bertie Gilbert

What if it's an art film with subtitles?" "Then I'll suffer in silence. — Nora Roberts

There is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason. — Mikhail Bulgakov