Navneord Quotes & Sayings

Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers. — Ray Bradbury

Allow yourself the Freedom to Fail before you see Success Sail!-RVM — R.v.m.

What made me happy was not regular pay check I got but the passion I had on the side and the effort I was putting to make that passion come to life. — Dhaval Gajera

Why do you say that I am alone? My body is with me wherever I am, telling me endless stories of hunger and satisfaction, weariness and sleep, eating and drinking and breathing and life. With such company who could ever be alone? — Orson Scott Card

Most expositions of Aristotle's doctrines, when they have not been dictated by a spirit of virulent detraction, or unsympathetic indifference, have carefully suppressed all, or nearly all, the absurdities, and only retained what seemed plausible and consistent. But in this procedure their historical significance disappears. — George Henry Lewes

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows ... — John Geddes

Binoculars, adjusts the oxygen hose around his head again. It was just too damn strange, too damn out of the ordinary. No moving vans, no friends stopping by; neither the husband nor the wife - if they — James Patterson

Science knows no country because it is the light that iluminates the world — Louis Pasteur

I think photographers are too polite. There is not enough anger in photography; it's pretty much trivialized. — Duane Michals

He who mixes with unclean things becomes unclean himself; he whose associations are pure becomes more holy with each day. — Various

No one's ever happy with their position in Hollywood. You hear that from people you'd never dream would complain. — Yasmine Bleeth

PAIN, n. An uncomfortable frame of mind that may have a physical basis in something that is being done to the body, or may be purely mental, caused by the good fortune of another. — Ambrose Bierce

Unusual weather for New York City. Today it was 68 and foggy. No, wait a minute, that's me. I'm sorry, that's me. — David Letterman