Miartusova Nella Quotes & Sayings

As long as you're going to be thinking, think big. — Donald Trump

To live the first five years of your life feeling that you are valuable is a wonderful thing and, if you don't have it, then you spend the rest of your life trying to find it. I think my mother realised this and tried to compensate for my father's extreme preoccupation with himself. — Rick Stein

You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured.
"You rock at fuckin', baby. — Olivia Cunning

I know publishing now more as an author than with occasional peaks inside those elite offices than as an industry insider. It was difficult publishing a novel the first time around, while working behind the scenes, knowing all that has to happen to make a book a success and to still make the leap as an author. — Jennifer Gilmore

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. — Kurt Vonnegut

A Man who has never lied to a woman has no respect for her feeling. — William Nsubuga

Somewhere in hell Satan has just pulled out a bag of marshmallows and is roasting them in my honor. — Carian Cole

It's a very wonderful yet difficult thing to be given a lot of really good opportunities and the world is at your fingertips. — Troian Bellisario

Our records, if you have a dark sense of humor, were funny, but our records weren't about comedy. They were about protests, fantasy, confrontation and all that. — Ice Cube

My mother also had us take piano lessons, and this had a similar effect. I hated those lessons, but I now play regularly for pleasure and have even tried my hand at composing. — Robert B. Laughlin

All right, why the glum face now? I get that you messed up, but you need to pick yourself up and move on. — Debbie Macomber

I had always thought that wringing one's hands was a fictional gesture - the obscure outcome, perhaps, of some medieval ritual; but as I took to the woods, for a spell of despair and desperate meditation, this was the gesture ("look, Lord, at these chains!") that would have come nearest to the mute expression of my mood. — Vladimir Nabokov

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home. — Anne Rice