Markos Taverna Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes you have to, as I say, build bridges where you can - but draw lines where you must. — Fred Thompson

I've been looking for you a long time, I just didn't know it. But now I do. — James Patterson

Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death. And here we blunder into paradox again, for during the creation of any form of art, art which affirms the value and the holiness of life, the artist must die. To serve a work of art, great or small, is to die, to die to self. — Madeleine L'Engle

Balconies scare me, and I would never do a shoot on one. I am afraid of heights. — Olga Kurylenko

California ... is the place that sets the trends and establishes the values for the rest of the country; like a slow ooze, California culture spreads eastward across the land. — Ada Louise Huxtable

There are lots of good directors I would like to work with; I want to be inspired and challenged by them. — Julian Ovenden

The wolf dreams are no true dreams. You have your eye closed tight whenever you're awake, but as you drift off it flutters open and your soul seeks its other half. The power is strong in you.'
'I don't want it, I want to be a knight.'
'A knight is what you want. A warg is what you are. You can't change that, Bran, you can't deny it or push it away. You are the winged wolf but you will never fly. ( ... ) Unless you open your eye. — George R R Martin

As a woman, I see myself as a garden, and I see myself as the gardener of myself, I see myself forming and pruning and watering and nourishing all the flowers and trees and vines and leaves in me. There is a world within yourself, that has so much to offer! If only you would walk into it each day! We were not meant to save the world; we were meant to save ourselves! And in saving ourselves, we have saved worlds innumerable. — C. JoyBell C.

What we philosophers can do is just correct the questions. — Slavoj Zizek

My sisters were in that van. — Lauren DeStefano

I grew up about 60 miles northwest of New York, in Middletown, NY. — Aaron Tveit

The sky slides into blue, the bluffs into bloom; the rapid Mississippi expands; runs sparkling and gurgling, all over in eddies; one magnified wake of a seventy-four. The sun comes out, a golden huzzar, from his tent, flashing his helm on the world. All things, warmed in the landscape, leap. Speeds the daedal boat as a dream. — Herman Melville