Mainspring Label Quotes & Sayings

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more. — Catullus

We were nothing special. We were never meant to last. We're friends, remember? Nothing more. — Sibylla Matilde

The Queen has done all she could on the dreadful subject of vivisection, and hopes that Mr. Gladstone will speak strongly against such a practice which is a disgrace to humanity ... — Queen Victoria

I've always looked at filmmaking as a lifestyle. There is no decision of when you go to work. It's a way of life: you're thinking about scripts; you see things and think, 'That could be interesting' ... I don't think about my work as, 'Today I'll work on this, this and that.' It just comes to me. — Baltasar Kormakur

Laws are the DNA of government. They must evolve with time. — Narendra Modi

It is right for him who asks forgiveness for his offenses to grant it to others. — Horace

Never ask anyone to do anything for you that you wouldn't do for him or her if the circumstances were reversed. There is a — Napoleon Hill

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be. — Ayushee Ghoshal

I have more to say as a writer than from behind a wok. — Eddie Huang

I believe my customer knows her style and knows how to mix and match your style. — Daisy Fuentes

I have just four words to leave with you. Four words that have spoken volumes of truth into my life.'
He wanted the words to stay in the room, to remain long after he had gone. Though no one wished to hear Paul's radical injunction, it had to be told.
'In everything, give thanks.'
This was the lifeboat in any crisis. Over and over again, he had learned this, and over and over again, he had to be reminded. — Jan Karon

What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is. — Dan Quayle

We gain our ends only with the laws of nature; we control her only by understanding her laws. — Jacob Bronowski

I leave her to chemically combust and find Wren in the student council office, filling out extremely interesting paperwork. He's buried behind piles of the stuff. I can barely see tufts of his blonde hair poking out. I reach into the paperwork pile and shove the two halves aside. Hundreds of them fall off the desk and to the floor. Papers drift through the air like snowflakes. Fat, boring-ass snowflakes. Wren looks up, face slack with shock.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask.
"Dividing up funding for the other clubs," He whispers, clearly distraught. A paper plops onto his head and slides off dejectedly. I'm respectful for three seconds.
"So anyway, I had this nightmare in which Jack was sexy and Kayla died. — Sara Wolf