Kensite Quotes & Sayings

I was used to playing misled youth, rough-and-tumble guys. It was nice to get back to a big-hearted, warm and gentle soul, a guy who is destined for something a lot larger than he ever expected. — Milo Ventimiglia

Whatever affection we have for our friends or relations, the happiness of others never suffices for our own. — Luc De Clapiers

His motto of "try, take, and top" had changed. Oh, he'd tried Tate all right, and they'd both done a helluva lot of taking, but for once in his life, Logan didn't feel the desire to win. He didn't need to come out on top. What he wanted was Tate's trust - his absolute trust. — Ella Frank

Writers have to get used to launching something beautiful and watching it crash and burn. They also have to learn when to let go control, when the work takes off on its own and flies, farther than they ever planned or imagined, to places they didn't know they knew. — Ursula K. Le Guin

Those who are not shocked when they first come across quantum theory cannot possibly have understood it. — Niels Bohr

Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt. — Gautama Buddha

I think the media is dangerously close to creating their own product. They used to cover the product, which was whatever's happening. — Roger Ailes

When the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser. — Socrates

The Greeks were the first intellectualists. In a world where the irrational had played the chief role, they came forward as the protagonists of the mind. — Edith Hamilton

"What burden do you have?"
"The burden of duty." His voice lowered to an intense whisper. "I led those men into battle. When they were weary and chilled and sick with fear, I pushed them on. I promised they'd see the day when they'd come home to their wives, their sweethearts, their bairns, their lands. Instead, they came home to nothing. — Tessa Dare

And so, perhaps, with grief. We imagine we have battled against it, been purposeful, overcome sorrow, scrubbed the rust from our soul, when all that has happened is that grief has moved elsewhere, shifted its interest. We did not make the clouds come in the first place, and have no power to disperse them. All that has happened is that from somewhere
or nowhere
an unexpected breeze has sprung up, and we are in movement again. — Julian Barnes