Karelys Quotes & Sayings

Somehow, I never feel like good things b'long to me till I pass 'em on to somebody else. — Alice Hegan Rice

I just couldn't stand school. If I went, I'd skip after the first class. I didn't like to be told I had to study and had to do homework. There's a fact that you have to want to learn. — Randy Travis

Live everyday as if it were your last because someday you're going to be right. — Muhammad Ali

It is in their 'good' characters that novelists make, unawares, the most shocking self- revelations. — C.S. Lewis

In papergaming, players can look at a character sheet of their own creation and see all of their skills, right there, in black and white. — Warren Spector

Ever since I've been 16, 15, that's all I've been doing: playing darts. — Eric Bristow

Age may wrinkle the face, but lack of compassion wrinkles the heart. — Lynda Cheldelin Fell

The United States is at a turning point because of a decreasing influence of faith . — Os Guinness

Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead. — James M. Barrie

Wholeness is never lost, it is only forgotten. Integrity rarely means that we need to add something to ourselves: it is more an undoing than a doing, a freeing ourselves from beliefs we have about who we are and ways we have been persuaded to 'fix' ourselves to know who we genuinely are. — Rachel Naomi Remen

Deep Throat was a very unfortunate name given to the source by the managing editor of The Washington Post. — Bob Woodward

Surfing should be called "foam-choking" or "sea stabbing. — Russell Brand

She loved everything around, turquoise blue sky and calm sea, and the holy mountain, and fragrant woods on it, and monasteries and hermitages, and herbs, and flowers, and monks and pilgrims, and children. And him? She asked herself and almost said "yes" inwardly... — Osyp Nazaruk

Listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through her voice into beauty in the darkness, to some butterflies he had come across in the Swiss mountains the summer before. When they were folded up they were grey, mothlike creatures that one might easily overlook, but directly they opened their wings they became the loveliest things in the world, all rose-colour or heavenly blue. So had she been to him in the daylight that afternoon,
an ordinary woman, not in any way noticeable; but now listen to her, opening into beauty on the wings of her voice! — Elizabeth Von Arnim