Larry Kendall Quotes & Sayings

I think it's important and I think it's true that our life experience is going to be about our attitude, our thoughts, our beliefs, our speech and our actions. We can transform our life experience simply by changing our language. — Jason Mraz

It would have really cramped my future plans had I died. (Nick) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Our music's kind of about taking something ugly and making it beautiful. — Jerry Cantrell

Only conflict is news, and — Gloria Steinem

Everything will come right if you are pure and sincere. We want hundreds like you bursting upon society and bringing new life and vigor of the spirit wherever they go. — Swami Vivekananda

The passageway smelled of smoke: burning wood, a torch, acrid. His head ached. Blood was wet and sticky upon his arm and on his fingers, and the orange glow of torchlight played from behind his back and over the corridor walls, leaping like a bonfire. There was a strange familiarity to it: the narrow walls in around him. And when he came to a wooden door set in the wall, he put his hand upon it and pushed it open.
There was a room, and a pallet inside it; a small torch burned low in a socket upon the wall. A man lay upon the cot, his face bruised and battered, his hands curled against his chest bloody: and Laurence knew him; knew him and knew himself. He remembered another door opening, in Bristol, three years before, and a voice asking him to come outside his prison, in a Britain under siege.
"Tenzing," Laurence said, and, as Tharkay opened feverish eyes, went to help him stand. — Naomi Novik

A feature of English that makes it different compared with all other languages is its global spread. — David Crystal

It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill. — Gail Carriger

I'd go somewhere where no one spoke. I would take a stack of books up to my hips, and I'd read nonstop. And I'd be reading naked. — Linda Hamilton

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives. — Paul Simon

All month the ice muttered and howled and whistled. The trees echoed back and forth among themselves. Taken collectively, the sound was of deep wounding, of winter inexorably taking the life out of things. — Anthony Doerr