Khonsu Statue Quotes & Sayings

We frustrate many designs against us by pretending not to see them. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Even as the urgency of the task ahead reemerged in thought, her body grappled with the notion, buying into the soothing sweetness - of Nate's embrace, of the darkness - with a naivety her mind would not permit. — Shona Moyce

Another person: a door you can't enter, even by knocking. — Marty Rubin

I had worked my whole life. Until I became a mother, that's the only way I measured my value. — Demi Moore

No gift can ever replace the value of being there in person. — Denis Waitley

Realism has to be such high quality, you can't fake it. It's all hanging out there like the laundry. — Nelson Shanks

If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world. — Pete Wentz

There is something more awful in happiness than in sorrow
the latter being earthly and finite, the former composed of the substance and texture of eternity, so that spirits still embodied may well tremble at it. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

I was a bit scared because I came from the acting world. There was a fear that people would think of me kind of as a joke. But really, people think of me as a country artist who can act. That's my favorite compliment. — Jana Kramer

Elinor placed all that was astonishing in this way of acting to his mother's account; and it was happy for her that he had a mother whose character was so imperfectly known to her, as to be the general excuse for every thing strange on the part of her son. — Jane Austen

We can think for ourselves and we can awaken the world to a greater consciousness. — Anne Waldman

No," I said and smiled. "I just happen to like the taste of that particular grape." "Oh?" "Yeah. I think chardonnays are too oaky and heavy and German wines are too sweet. But if my roommate and I are sharing a bottle of something, it's usually on sale — Dorothea Benton Frank

One of the sadder things, I think,
Is how our birthdays slowly sink:
Presents and parties disappear,
The cards grow fewer year by year,
Till, when one reaches sixty-five,
How many care we're still alive? — Philip Larkin