Lupalupa Quotes & Sayings

Life happens; attitude finds a way. — Debasish Mridha

In the view of infinity, any defined long-term is short-term. — Frank Herbert

So now, how did God produce this world? ... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came moisture and things began to grow ... a message of hope. Nothing physical. How do you intend for your breath to become a work of art? The only way I can see it is that you prevent your breath from becoming a structure. As soon as your breath takes on the form of a room, you are a carpenter; you're not God. — Milton Resnick

Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. — Virginia Woolf

We didn't start this war - the right wing did. We're tired of seeing good-paying jobs shipped overseas. This fight is about the economy, it's about jobs and it's about rebuilding America. — James P. Hoffa

Sometimes I feel I am destined for greater things, and then again sometimes I suspect that I am just an extra in epic movie. — Shon Mehta

No matter what your past has been, your future is spotless. — Hugh B. Brown

There are no kinder or better people in the world than those who listen to you when you are 18. — P. J. O'Rourke

I feel that I'd rather know an actors' work, or have an instinct about them and sit down and have coffee with them, or I'll see them in something and I'll see if I can get along with them in some way, shape, or form. — Adam Rapp

Grandfather used to say that when a woman got ready to fall in love the man didn't matter, because she could drape her feeling over a scarecrow and pretend he was handsome ... — Ellen Glasgow

If the world is telling you you're successful, but you don't feel it, you might as well have failed. — John Burdett

The key to trading success is emotional discipline. If intelligence were the key, there would be a lot more people making money trading. — Victor Sperandeo

It is complete loose stool water. It is arse-gravy of the worst kind. - About The Da Vinci Code — Stephen Fry

The back screen popped open before she could answer, and everyone who was still armed raised their weapons again, waiting breathlessly for the heavy footsteps to draw near. Chester came around the corner, a rag in his hands, wiping them clean. His shovel was held in the crook of his elbow, the shaft resting on his shoulder. Blood dripped from the sharpened tip of the blade. "Got me a couple," he said with a pleased grin. — Abigail Roux

When did the cell phone become a license to be rude? And why must I be subjected to your personal conversations? — Jen Lancaster