Plunderers Of Painted Quotes & Sayings

He wondered if you could be exhausted without knowing it, if hope could be lost not all at once but could slip away gradually, day by day, and vanish before you ever realized. — Cassandra Clare

What makes me myself rather than anyone else is the very fact that I am poised between two countries, two or three languages, and several cultural traditions. It is precisely this that defines my identity. Would I exist more authentically if I cut off a part of myself — Amin Maalouf

She'd never spoken to anyone before of this business of being seen, loved for who she was; to have it voiced by this man she'd just met sent chills down her spine. — Colleen Chen

Don't ever feel inadequate when you look at magazines. Just remember that every person you see on a cover has a bra and underwear hanging out a gaping hole in the back. Everyone. — Tina Fey

Minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this! — William Shakespeare

What people commonly call Fate is, as a general rule, nothing but their own stupid and foolish conduct. — Arthur Schopenhauer

In recent years - before the intifada - there were three or four incidents of anti-Semitism a year, and that's out of 18 million crimes and violations of the law. — Jean-Marie Le Pen

With little knowledge of what it meant to be a Jew, I found myself passionately defending the Jewish people. Now, half a century later, I have to defend my son. Anti-Semitism, I've seen, is like a disease that goes dormant, flaring up with the next political trigger. — Michael Douglas

A funny line can never exist on its own. It needs to be surrounded by mood and circumstances. — Lorrie Moore

I praise you for healing all my diseases - diseases in my body, heart, and mind. Though I wish you would completely heal me before you return, nonetheless, I have this sure hope: one day I will be perfectly whole. Praise the Lord, O my soul, for present, ongoing, and a secured complete healing! — Scotty Smith

Modern Architecture died in St. Louis, Missouri, on July 15, 1972, at 3.32 p.m. (or thereabouts), when the infamous Pruitt Igoe scheme, or rather several of its slab blocks, were given the final coup de grace by dynamite. — Charles Jencks

I am a surfer, though quite a poor one. — Chris Weitz

I see a million miles of life, a million lives in one, a million headaches, heartaches, brainaches, a million ingredients in her eyes — David Arnold