Nang Iinis Quotes & Sayings

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die — William Blake

'Room' was a particularly cohesive group, crew and cast. — Lenny Abrahamson

It's like having a head full of holes, in which the perfect repository of words have shamed themselves, he lamented. — Diane Ackerman

Variety is the condition of harmony. — Thomas Carlyle

Dummy, dummy, go out now and fill your tummy. — William Goldman

When things get too much for me, I put a wild-flower book and a couple of sandwiches in my pockets and go down to the South Shore of Staten Island and wander around awhile in one of the old cemeteries down there. (Mr Hunter's Grave, 1956) — Joseph Mitchell

Everything is moderation, really. I don't really deprive myself of anything. But I try to balance it with healthy food choices. I am not real fond of exercise, so I try to get away with as little as possible which is about thirty minutes three times a week and I do a little weight training and cardio. — Martina Mcbride

He wanted to believe that his own lack of movement had stopped all movement in the world, the way a hibernating frog abolishes winter. — Kobo Abe

To stand on the firing parapet and expose yourself to danger; to stand and fight a thousand miles from home when you're all alone and outnumbered and probably beaten; to spit on your hands and lower the pike; to stand fast over the body of Leonidas the King; to be rear guard at Kunu-Ri; to stand and be still to the Birkenhead Drill; these are not rational acts. They are often merely necessary. — Jerry Pournelle

Women only strike men as being mysterious — Nicholas Sparks

He had no one but himself to blame, for he'd opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a crack in a window. But the funny thing was, once
you welcomed in a breeze, there was no stopping what came next. A wind, a storm, thunder and lightning, until you could no longer reach the
window to close it - and didn't really want to anyway. That's what this new darkness was. Evil in its purest form ...
-Paris — Gena Showalter