Marquetta Adams Quotes & Sayings

As Michel de Montaigne observed, "No wind favors him who has no destined port. — John C. Maxwell

What do young, budding artists do, but go to law school? I had creative periods now and again, but it wasn't until I was practicing law that I really needed a creative outlet. I'd come home from long days at the office and draw, paint, and sculpt from clay, wire - even candy. — Nathan Sawaya

Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something heavy. He had last seen those cool gray eyes through slits in a Death Eater's hood, and last heard that man's voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him. He could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater. — J.K. Rowling

Sometimes you do absolutely know there's something there. You feel it in your bones. I actually literally feel it on my skin sometimes. I do get goosebumps. There are times when you go oh God, that works that moment! But you find you take it apart again. — Oliver Parker

Every word is autobiographical, and every word is fiction. — William S. Burroughs

I'd love a signed first edition of 'City of Glass' by Paul Auster. My favourite book of all time. — Steven Hall

Life is about, every single day, getting up to manifest your truth. — Cory Booker

In football, if you don't score a goal then you cannot win. — Roberto Mancini

From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches, -So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it. - Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables half-written. — Friedrich Nietzsche

If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed. — Jean Cocteau