Mrst Quotes & Sayings

As an artist, I've been very fortunate. — Enrique Iglesias

We survivors face life's challenges with strength and courage, and defeat is never an option. We are insulated by the Grace of God, for we are His faithful. — Robert Palasciano

The problem is that tolerant has changed its meaning. It used to mean 'I may disagree with you completely, but I will treat you with respect. Today, tolerant means - 'you must approve of everything I do.' There's a difference between tolerance and approval. Jesus accepted everyone no matter who they were. He doesn't approve of everything I do, or you do, or anybody else does either. You can be accepting without being approving. — Rick Warren

There were things they said out loud to each other, things they whispered with a twitch of the face, and things that were stoically hidden. — Nadia Hashimi

Active management is little more than a gigantic con game. — Ronald Ross

I've met serial killers and professional assassins and nobody scared me as much as MrsT. — Ken Livingstone

Acting is really scary, but it's also challenging, fun, hard work. There's always an element of improvisation with every actor, even when something is really scripted. — Michael Pitt

There's a reason my only friends are written words — Victoria Aveyard

When monsters have nightmares, they're dreaming about us. - MHI Company Handbook — Larry Correia

Sorrow is brief but joy is endless — Friedrich Schiller

I have an eight-year-old child, and I literally can't wrap my mind around the kind of grief that must be felt when you lose a child. — Rainn Wilson

I blaze with a deep sullen magic, smell lust like a heron on fire; all words I form into castles then storm them with soldiers of air. What I seek is not there for asking. My armies are fit and well trained. This poet will trust her battalions to fashion her words into blades. At dawn I shall ask them for beauty, for proof that their training went well. At night I shall beg their forgiveness as I cut their throats by the hill. My navies advance through the language, destroyers ablaze in high seas. I soften the island for landings. With words, I enlist a dark army. My poems are my war with the world. I blaze with a deep southern magic. The bombardiers taxi at noon. There is screaming and grief in the mansions and the moon is a heron on fire. — Pat Conroy

Till now man has been up against Nature; from now on he will be up against his own nature. — Dennis Gabor