Onteora Quotes & Sayings

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave ... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral. — Simona Panova

Her wild heart was rare, she saw blessings were most saw burdens & if one thing was certain; her smile was like a flower in the sunshine — Nikki Rowe

You don't pick up cues, you pick up impulses. — Sanford Meisner

Few people in the department. Like him, they recognized the name but couldn't place it. — Nicholas Sparks

Whenever a human being, through the commission of a crime, has become exiled from good, he needs to be reintegrated with it through suffering. The suffering should be inflicted with the aim of bringing the soul to recognize freely some day that its infliction was just. — Simone Weil

I wish I could write forever, then I'd truly be immortal — Angel M.B. Chadwick

I'm a very nurturing kind of person and a sort of a homemaker. I'm just interested in things remaining fresh. — Jacqueline Bisset

When I photograph, I try to use my instincts as much as possible. It is when pictures are unconsidered and irrational that they come to life; that they evolve from showing to being. — Jacob Aue Sobol

Ultimately the air
Is bare sunlight where must be found
The lyric valuable. — George Oppen

If you could drink dreams like the Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land ... — John Lennon

Why would any guy want to be only friends with a girl? It's like agreeing to be near a chocolate cake and never eat it. It's like sitting in a racing car but not driving it. Only wimps do that. — Chetan Bhagat

You have to try things you're really afraid of, even if you pee yourself a little bit. — Abigail Washburn

Sometimes as you work, you find that you are learning things about your own perceptions and motivations that are way below you consciousness. If you get lucky, you recognize what you are doing, but all too often we don't find the connection between our work and our own motivations. — Jay Maisel

So perished the hope founded on the wonderful being who thus ceased to be. In the study room to which he was never to return, the water buttercups he had brought from the country were still fresh. — Marie Curie