Ludwig B Rne Quotes & Sayings

Everyone thought I was bold and fearless and even arrogant, but inside I was always quaking. — Katharine Hepburn

Like the tender fire of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory. He longed to recall to her those moments, to make her forget the years of their dull existence together and remember only their moments of ecstasy. — James Joyce

Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks. — Michel Houellebecq

Prosthetic makeup is always frustrating. — Peter Jackson

We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness. We need others physically, emotionally, and intellectually. We need them if we are to know anything, even ourselves. — C.S. Lewis

You cannot control all of what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward all of what happens to you ... You can choose to be happy and grateful rather than disappointed and bitter, by focusing on how it could have turned out worse but didn't, rather than how it could have turned out better but didn't. — Brian Tracy

I have a really basic uniform: in winter, black tights and any old dress that I can throw on. In summer, high-waisted jeans and this shirt, or that shirt, and a cashmere cardigan just in case. — Claudia Schiffer

He took a meditative puff on his stogy, and informed himself that time was a funny thing. Old Man Time just walked along, and he didn't even blow a How-do-you-do through his whiskers. He just walked on past you. Things just change. — James T. Farrell

That's when I figured out the ugly secret of a mother's love: you protect them to protect yourself. — Gayle Forman

How dreadful boredom is - how dreadfully boring; I know no stronger expression, no truer one, for like is recognized only by like ... I lie prostrate, inert; the only thing I see is emptiness, the only thing I live on is emptiness, the only thing I move in is emptiness. I do not even suffer pain ... Pain itself has lost its refreshment for me. If I were offered all the glories of the world or all the torments of the world, one would move me no more than the other; I would not turn over to the other side either to attain or to avoid. I am dying death. And what could divert me? Well, if I managed to see a faithfulness that withstood every ordeal, an enthusiasm that endured everything, a faith that moved mountains; if I were to become aware of an idea that joined the finite and the infinite. — Soren Kierkegaard

A writer who has perfect writing skills and zero honesty is not an author but a sales person. — Sandra Chami Kassis