Odours Recipes Quotes & Sayings

Sleep is my best friend when we're shooting 'Game of Thrones' because there are very long days and intense scenes. — Maisie Williams

But instead of letting yourself go to where you want to be, you beat the drum of what-is, and so you hold yourself apart from your expansion - and you feel terrible while you do it. — Esther Hicks

Genuine happiness comes from focusing on the happiness of others. — Dalai Lama

Never imitate. The mind is an imitator, because imitation is very easy. To be someone is very difficult. To become someone is very easy - all that you need is to be a hypocrite, which is not much of a problem. Deep down you remain the same, but on the surface you go on painting yourself according to some image. — Rajneesh

He glared at Gracious. "I can't believe you fell asleep."
"I didn't fall asleep."
"Then do you know if she's home or not?"
"I haven't a clue," Gracious admitted. "I fell asleep. — Derek Landy

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors? — Jodi Picoult

My bed was where we held our exorcisms. She brought me peace. I brought her fire. — Karina Halle

Necessity knows no law except to conquer. — Publilius Syrus

No normal man ever fell in love after thirty when the kidneys begin to disintegrate. — H.L. Mencken

Not only is it possible to do lean startup in federal government, but it's the most effective way to drive change in the federal government. — Todd Park

Kai held firm to her with one hand, and pointed up with the other. 'I can see them, Elliot. I can see them all. In the night, in the day, through clouds and storms and the setting sun.'
She stared at him in wonder. This was his miracle, and he was sharing it with her. 'Thank you,' she said, 'for coming back for me.'
'Elliot.' He bent his head close to hers, and looked deep into her eyes. His gaze was no longer strange to her. He was just her Kai, the man he'd been born to become. 'No matter where I went, I always knew my way back to you. You are my compass star.'
And he was hers. — Diana Peterfreund

Open the ovoid mother and find the ovoid girl; open the child and the next egg grins up its invitation to crack it. You can never tell a priori how many iterations await you; you hope they continue forever. My daughter, my matryoshka. — Natalie Angier