Midriffs At Disney Quotes & Sayings

Struggling at anything that you want to be doing is hard. — Gina Gershon

The sleeping princess is a symbol of the sleeping earth. The spell she is under is the chill of winter and the kiss of life... the kiss of the sun wakes her. — Elise Forier Edie

True sympathy is putting ourselves in another's place; and we are moved in proportion to the reality of our imagination. — Hosea Ballou

As soon as I had seen her, I was lost. For Beauty's wound is sharper than any weapon's, and it runs through the eyes down to the soul. It is through the eye that love's wound passes, and I now became a prey to a host of emotions... — Achilles Tatius

If you look hard enough at any system, at some point it is going to reveal its patterns, habits, and operations. — Richard House

You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes. — David Markson

Insurrection, never so necessary, is a most sad necessity; and governors who wait for that to instruct them are surely getting into the fatalest course. — Thomas Carlyle

5-Hour Energy is not an energy drink, it's a focus drink. But we can't say that. The FDA doesn't like the word 'focus.' I have no idea why. — Manoj Bhargava

I think everybody identified at a pretty young age that I was fairly entranced with myself. And that I had to be tempered. — Rufus Wainwright

Birds of a feather flock together." If — Robert T. Kiyosaki

On the first day of Human Sexuality, Ruth Ramsey wore a short lime green skirt, a clingy black top, and strappy high-heeled sandals, the kind of attention-getting outfit she normally wouldn't have worn on a date
not that she was going on a lot of dates these days
let alone to work. — Tom Perrotta

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirtcuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. — Arthur Conan Doyle

We're not looking at banning all weapons. — Gary Ackerman