Jill Stingray Quotes & Sayings

I loved the movie for the simple reason that I saw the scenes and I saw Muhammad working with these guys. — Angelo Dundee

I'd worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new. — Laurell K. Hamilton

I'm a big fan of 'National Geographic', the magazine and the channel. Anything to do with the natural world. For years, when I was younger, I was convinced I would be a nature photographer, but that didn't pan out. — Tom Weston-Jones

Me just being myself in public or on TV is the biggest nightmare in the world. — Jennifer Saunders

The transition from dictatorship to democracy is always very difficult, and if you read a history of any country that went through this, it wasn't easy. And, you know, you don't end dictatorship one day and next day you have fully fledged democracy. — Wael Ghonim

In a plan of life based on nonviolence, woman has as much right to shape her own destiny as man has to shape his. — Mahatma Gandhi

Each of us, as citizens, has a role to play in creating a better world for our children — Nelson Mandela

People keep making excuses, that's why everthing happens for a reason. — Roy Saputra

There is something about the ability to externalize our thoughts and compare them with other people in a public way that is really transformative for the average person. — Clive Thompson

Instead of worrying about what others think of you, you should be worried about why you're worried about what others think of you. — Anonymous

Yet none of these things exists outside the stories that people invent and tell one another. There are no gods in the universe, no nations, no money, no human rights, no laws, and no justice outside the common imagination of human beings. People — Yuval Noah Harari

At North Farm"

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?

Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings? — John Ashbery