Quotes & Sayings About Love Surviving Hard Times

I remember how, as a boy, I used to collect the cork tips of my father's cigarettes and stick them in my stamp albums. I believed they contained his unspoken words, which one day would explain everything. I have not changed. Now I explore my memories, trying to discover the substructure hidden beneath my past actions, searching for the link to connect them all. — Jerzy Kosinski

Memory is dramatic present tense. You create it as you remember it. — Allen Wier

I'm a stage actor. You know, I was - I cut my teeth on stage, you know. So I've always had a love affair with the stage, first off, what I was raised in, you know. — Glynn Turman

The ruling passion of the age is to convert wealth into debt in order to
derive a permanent future income from it - to convert wealth that perishes
into debt that endures, debt that does not rot, costs nothing to maintain,
and brings in perennial interest. — Frederick Soddy

Take whatever is thrown at you and build upon it. "Yes ... and" rather than "No ... but." "The idiot is bound by his pride," he says. "It always has to be his way. This is also true of the person who is deceptive or doing things wrong: he always tries to justify himself. A person who is bright in regard to his spiritual life is humble. He accepts what others tell him - criticism, ideas - and he works with them. — Michael Lewis

Working in water is so difficult. But I liked having something very physical to do - you realize you're strong. It's a really good feeling. — Astrid Berges-Frisbey

Ninety-nine percent of all surprises in business are negative. — Harold Geneen

Woe to any climate denier who called climate change a hoax when she was nearby. — Donald G. Firesmith

Hollywood is my domestic idyll. — Rufus Sewell

I'm a quarterback. I don't need to score the touchdown. I just need to spot the pass. — Trevor Noah

For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name. — E. M. Forster