Nuong Chieu Quotes & Sayings

There's a kind of amateurishness among French actresses, but I don't share that completely. — Clemence Poesy

Shooting is a lost art, but nobody wants to see nobody shoot all day. You want to see somebody break somebody off the dribble. That's today game, and that's what I try to do. — Dwyane Wade

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself? — Charlotte Bronte

Because the egoic mind has led us to feel separate from our immortal Ground of Being over the millennia, we have invented a number of immortality symbols to give us a precarious sense of security and identity in life. Traditionally, these have been religious in character, such as the belief in everlasting life after death, in the West, and the belief in reincarnation, in the East. However, today, it is money that provides the primary immortality symbol. It is our obsession for money that is driving humanity to extinction. For when we do not face our fears with full consciousness and intelligence, these fears will eventually come along to haunt us. — Ken Wilber

Desks are terrible places, no matter how many wheels a chair might have. You can't do much about how drawers fill up. — Gary Lutz

If anyone gets in my way when I'm making a picture, I become irrational. I'm never sure what I am going to do, or sometimes even aware of what I do-only that I want that picture. — Margaret Bourke-White

I own a hundred and fifty books, but I have no bookcase. Nobody will lend me a bookcase. — Henny Youngman

Message
I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so
I send you back this word,
I know, I know! — Sara Teasdale

The secret to #success lies in the gap between dream and reality. — Bret Michaels

You can never get rich, or start the creative power into action, by sending out unformed longings and vague desires. — Wallace D. Wattles

River burial had a certain rustic poetry, but Ophion cared not at all about preserving the decency of the dead. The river deposited Psaltery on a mud flat three kilometers downstream. When they passed her ruined body, the Titanides did not even glance at it. Chris could not look away. The corpse crawling with scavengers haunted his sleep for a long time. 28. — John Varley