Maro Vamvounakis Quotes & Sayings

The voice of the drum is a spirit thing. — Mickey Hart

I don't think anybody was ever up 6-2 and would lose the tiebreaker. — Richard Krajicek

It is not my policy to hit voters during the election. — William Hague

Communism is in conflict with human nature. — Ernest Renan

Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what would I say, if I had a voice, who says this, saying it's me? — Samuel Beckett

Love is a sacred entity. — Lailah Gifty Akita

What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do. — Friedrich Nietzsche

It is almost an unbearable pain, to suddenly recognize the value of what you had being ignorant of which had been your possession. — Sunday Adelaja

You know we armed Iraq. I wondered about that too, you know during the Persian Gulf war those intelligence reports would come out: "Iraq: incredible weapons - incredible weapons." How do you know that? "Uh, well ... we looked at the receipts." — Bill Hicks

You came, he said simply, not losing that smile.
Yes, hopefully I will. — Cherrie Lynn

I was an avid anime watcher until I was about 10, when I moved to manga. I think I am influenced by Osamu Tezuka's and Walt Disney's works which I watched during that time, such as Tetsuwan Atom and 101 Dalmatians. — Akira Toriyama

I never loved anyone else and never desired to. She was my companion, my lover, and my teacher. — Nick Bantock

My spiritual connection is about embracing everything around me. We're all the same. There are no boundaries ... — Donna Karan

Education that consists in learning things and not the meaning of them is feeding upon the husks and not the corn — Mark Twain

All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. "Well. So. At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust."
He snorted then himself, though mildly. He put down the cup, rose, and turned back the coverlet. Then he looked at me, and his eyes were clear, unguarded.
"Claire," he said, quite gently, "it was you. It's always been you, and it always will be. Get into bed, and put the candle out. As soon as I've fastened the shutters, smoored the hearth, and barred the door, I'll come and keep ye warm. — Diana Gabaldon