Moto2 Riders Quotes & Sayings
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People are bundles of pain and fear, each wearing their own brand of misery," he continued. "Trust me, I know. When they're at the end of their rope, they come here, with their stories. — Leslie Wolfe

The only difference between an experienced knitter and new knitter is that the experienced knitter makes bigger mistakes faster. Be bold; there are no terrible consequences in knitting. — Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

On a surface level, all one finds is repeated forms of shallow whispers. Having the courage to explore deeply, a wealth of buried infinite lifetimes emerge - an undeniable force. — T.F. Hodge

One of the biggest struggles in starting out on my own was developing a celebrity client base. — Brad Goreski

I'd love to be a woman for one day of my life ... God ... I would be drunk with power. — Bill Engvall

America is sick and tired of spending hour upon hour sitting in their automobile trying to get to work, trying to get kids to school, trying to get to a doctor's appointment. — Greg Abbott

Do you remember what I told you that first time at Taki's? About faerie food?"
"I remember you said you ran down Madison Avenue naked with antlers on your head", said Clary, blinking silver drops off her lashes. — Cassandra Clare

Much seemingly chance variation in human behavior is not due to chance; it is in fact the logical result of a few basic, observable differences in mental functioning. — Isabel Briggs Myers

I am convinced that the modular structure of the Mir will be the main trend in manned orbital stations development in the next century. — Valentina Tereshkova

Speak not of peoples and laws and
Kingdoms, for the whole earth is
My birthplace and all humans are
My brothers. — Kahlil Gibran

Andrew stares pointedly at her. From the looks of it, thunderstorms and human traffic jams are cluttering his mind. Doors are opening and closing. He's jealous. The realization makes her feel silly and squeamish. She can't decide whether to glower or giggle some more. She feels like . . . a girl. She wants to punch him. In the face. Hard. Cover that watercolor with one of her own. Then she wants to kiss it, softly, until she has no more soft left in her. "Anger — Natalia Jaster