Kreativiteti Quotes & Sayings

I begin to want things I've never wanted before: braids, a dressing-gown, a purse of my own. Something is unfolding, being revealed to me. I see that there's a whole world of girls and their doings that has been unknown to me, and that I can be part of it without making any effort at all. I don't have to keep up with anyone, run as fast, aim as well, make loud explosive noises, decode messages, die on cue. I don't have to think about whether I've done these things well, as well as a boy. All I have to do is sit on the floor and cut frying pans out of the Eaton's Catalogue with embroidery scissors, and say I've done it badly. Partly this is a relief. — Margaret Atwood

Facing the hooves of a rearing stallion is scary enough, but when it's a centaur, armed with a bow and whooping it up in a soda-drinking hat, even the bravest warrior would retreat. — Rick Riordan

I wish I was not such a very bad hand at languages. That is one thing I cannot do, that and ride. — Richard H. Davis

Death will come if you wait long enough...Hopefully, it'll be a long wait! — David A. Frazier

As an actor, you've got to live and learn, and you gotta just kind of form a hard shell and be confident in yourself. — Jessica Stroup

If the Lord calls you, He will equip you for the task He wants you to fulfill — Warren W. Wiersbe

Paradise of Lailah Gifty Akita is reading, wondering and writing. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Say 'Ah.'"
A-H-H-H-H, he fingerspelled.
Doctor Frost glanced at his mother.
"He just said 'ah' for you," she said weakly, and smiling.
"Okay, sense of humor intact," the doctor said. "Try anyway. — David Wroblewski

This is it, I thought. This is the part of us that makes our brief, improbable little lives worth living: the ability to reach through our own isolation and find strength, and comfort, and warmth for and in each other. This is what human beings do. This is what we live for, the way horses live to run. — Martha N. Beck

Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacy, perhaps. — Charles Dickens