Olly Murs Wall Quotes & Sayings

History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices. — Bill Watterson

Gwendolen. How absurd to talk of the equality of the sexes! Where questions of self-sacrifice are concerned, men are infinitely beyond us. — Oscar Wilde

At sixteen, the adolescent knows about suffering because he himself has suffered, but he barely knows that other beings also suffer. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Dream your own dreams,
be your own person and image,
no matter the extremes. — KayeC Jones

True creativity is fresh, but not always original. — Steven Furtick

When your purpose and your occupation is giving confidence to people, teaching self defense, giving empowerment, teaching a positive lifestyle to other people, you tend to emit that yourself because you want to live what you preach and you want to preach what you live, and I'm just trying to do my best. — Rener Gracie

Through her tears Clary could see them clinging to each other; there was a tenderness even in the curve of Magnus's fingers around Alec's shoulder as he bent to kiss him. It was a kiss of desperation and clutching more than passion; Magnus held on tightly enough for his fingers to bite into Alec's arms, but in the end he stepped away, and turned towards his father. — Cassandra Clare

Sometimes it's better to end something & try to start something new than imprison yourself in hoping for the impossible. — Karen Salmansohn

No instance exists of a person's writing two language perfectly. That will always appear to be his native language which was most familiar to him in his youth. — Thomas Jefferson

Because of something told under the famished horn
Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day,
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,
Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne. — William Butler Yeats

I hated my face, for example, found it odious, and even suspected that there was some mean expression in it, and therefore every time I came to work I made a painful effort to carry myself as independently as possible, and to express as much nobility as possible with my face. "let it not be a beautiful face," I thought, "but, to make up for that, let it be a noble, an expressive, and, above all, an extremely intelligent one." Yet I knew, with certainty and suffering, that i would never be able to express all those perfections with the face I had. The most terrible thing was that I found it positively stupid. And I would have been quite satisfied with intelligence. Let's even say I would even have agreed to a mean expression, provided only that at the same time my face be found terribly intelligent. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky