Othats Quotes & Sayings

I took in all of the stuff I could absorb about how to be a better husband, how to be a better father. As I did, I was struck by something. As men, we will study how to be the best architect, the best football player, the best actor. We'll spend all the time we can find on our careers. But we need to be spending more time studying how to be a great husband, how to be a great father, how to be a great man. — Terry Crews

I want enduring love. And, if people are honest with themselves, I think that's what everyone wants. — Penny Reid

The last thing in the world that I would want to know, in my own life, is when I'm going to pass away. — Vince Gilligan

I'd never wanted to punch anyone as badly as I wanted to punch her right in her perfectly little surgically-altered nose. — Jessica Verdi

Free nations with different histories, economies and a vast amount of stubborn pride will never achieve complete agreement, even when they desire the same objectives. — Arthur Hays Sulzberger

The same tools that make any writer good, plus a cheerful willingness to suspend belief. — Fred Saberhagen

Doing anything on a movie at Sundance is great. — Nicholas Jarecki

Inside a barn is a whole universe, with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem, a shadowy world of swirling dust illuminated in tiger stripes by light shining through the cracks between the boards. Old leather tack, lengths of chain, rope, and baling twine dangled from nails and rafters and draped over stall railings. Generations of pocketknives lay lost in the layers of detritus on the floor. — Carolyn Jourdan

In healthy churches, the pastors life, not just his words, sets the tone for the church. — James MacDonald

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting. — Peter Heller

The tulips are too red ... they hurt me. — Sylvia Plath

You can't be by yourself and with somebody, too. — T. Scott McLeod

Mockery ends where understanding begins. — Erich Von Daniken

Are memories pictures or the secret doorway? — Lynda Barry