Nikolai Rostov Quotes & Sayings

Hence paradoxically, as we accumulate more data and increase our computing power, events become wilder and more unexpected. — Yuval Noah Harari

When you read the words on the page you give it life - yours... — Gary Rimmer

My GOD is a consuming fire and He answers by FIRE! His fire surrounds me and burns inside of me. My faith has been tested in the fire. My faith in Him is unwavering, therefore I shall not be moved. I cannot fail because He will NEVER fail me. — Theresa Pecku-Laryea

It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again. — Elizabeth Aston

Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls. — Muriel Barbery

We are only alone when we abandon ourselves. — Ralph Smart

Actually, guest star roles are really hard. Since you have to walk into a show where the cast has been working together for a long period of time, it can be a real challenge. And you have to feel your way around that while still making an impact on the overall effect of the show. — Jane Badler

I have sensitive skin, so I don't use regular razors. The Yankees make us stay cleanly shaven! — Mark Teixeira

I see Canada as a country torn between a very northern, rather extraordinary, mystical spirit which it fears and its desire to present itself to the world as a Scotch banker. — Robertson Davies

Some things are easier to forget than other things, I'm noticing. — Amy Zhang

She saw the normative life of the planet, business people crossing streets beneath glass towers, the life of sitting on buses that take you logically to destinations, the unnerved surface of rolling plausibly along. — Don DeLillo

I'm so glad my window looks east into the sun rising," said Anne, going over to Diana. "It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine. Oh, — L.M. Montgomery