Madalina Ray Quotes & Sayings

I feel my fuller-bodied characters are all in the independent films I do, and in the studio productions, I have to work harder to dimensionalize the characters. And that's certainly part of the job description of an actor - that's what you're supposed to do - but you have to work harder at it in the characters that I've encountered in studio films. — Vera Farmiga

God is our supreme pleasure. We prefer above all else to know him and see him and be with him and be like him. — John Piper

I've always believed in my abilities. Nobody ever gave me anything in life. I had to work for everything I got. It may have gotten really rocky for a while, but I persevered, because I'm not afraid of failing. — Chauncey Billups

Hopeless implies that at one time there was hope. And that's another word I don't understand. Hope only exists for people who have choices. [Zarek] — Sherrilyn Kenyon

The increased global linkages promote economic growth in the world through two key mechanisms: the division of labor and the international spillovers of knowledge. — Toshihiko Fukui

Voting is an individual, personal thing. — Hill Harper

TV is a completely different discipline, which I think I am still learning about. You just have to learn how to work fast and pace yourself. — Rose Byrne

The case of the Baconians is not won until it has been proved that the substitution of covetousness for wantlessness, or an ascending spiral of desires for a stable requirement of necessities, leads to a happier condition. — Richard M. Weaver

It's not an area where designers want to focus or pay attention - women who are larger than a size 12. — Tim Gunn

Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun. — Arna Bontemps

'Bunk' is better than 'Wheel of Fortune' because we have a wheel, just like them, but our wheel is purposeless. It doesn't do anything. It just spins for no reason. Which is nice because it frees our wheel up to really pursue its dream: becoming a professional paddlewheel. — Kurt Braunohler

He paid two dollars and a half a month rent for the small room he got from his Portuguese landlady, Maria Silva, a virago and a widow, hard working and harsher tempered, rearing her large brood of children somehow, and drowning her sorrow and fatigue at irregular intervals in a gallon of the thin, sour wine that she bought from the corner grocery and saloon for fifteen cents. From detesting her and her foul tongue at first, Martin grew to admire her as he observed the brave fight she made. — Jack London