Pohybuj Quotes & Sayings

I'd be lying if I claimed that, in spite of our amiable afternoons, I don't have an ache somewhere in my heart that my children will not be playing Carnegie Hall anytime soon. — Sandra Tsing Loh

It always is harder to be left behind than to be the one to go ... — Brock Thoene

Chick Corea was a great influence on me, musically, as I was growing up. — Debra Wilson

It is easy to write when you don't know how. — Judy Delton

I'd like to be in a female version of The Fugitive. Something where I don't have to be ripped up like an action star, but be a normal, healthy lady who is framed and on the run. I'd have to run from explosions and punch people in the face but not rappel down a building. — Jenny Slate

Emilia stared at me for three or four more seconds, then gave up on pumping me for information. "We should go," she decided with the force of a monarch declaring law. "I have Latin first period. The Aeneid waits for no man. — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

He secretly thinks he looks like Marlon Brando, but take a good look a young Marlin Perkins is more like it! Maybe that's what he sees in Annette Kelper - he's an animal lover. — David Sedaris

The assignment of meanings [in music] is a shifting, kaleidoscopic play, probably below the threshold of consciousness, certainly outside the pale of discursive thinking. The imagination that responds to music is personal and associative and logical, tinged with affect, tinged with bodily rhythm, tinged with dream, but concerned with a wealth of formulations for its wealth of wordless knowledge, its whole knowledge of emotional and organic experience, of vital impulse, balance, conflict, the ways of living and dying and feeling. — Susanne K. Langer

Once I start putting all my little insecurities in my mind, I'm not actually acting. Then it's about me - and it should never be about me. It should be about the character. — Nicole Kidman

Good thing about bad rubbish is you can make the stench go away just by covering it up. It never comes back as long as you keep a tight lid on it. — Neal Shusterman

The image of my father's ashes drifting down into the clear water among the spawning salmon played across the screen of my mind. I counted off all the deaths I had seen, the tally of which remarked upon the fate of all living things, which is to be eaten, whether by whales, eagles, bears, or the microbes of the grave. But this is part and parcel of the continuation of life...the translation of bidies into more bodies, and life into life. The litter of shattered crab shell at my feet gave brilliant red testimony to how death becomes life, is necessary for life, and this being so, is beyond being labeled as good or bad. — Lynn Schooler

I'm here," I told him, picking at the taxi company decal on
the interior of the car window."My face is relaxed and content. My lips are curved upward."
Sam did not laugh, because he was immune to my charms.
"Have you been to the place you're staying yet? Is it okay?"
"I'm fine, Mother," I replied. "I haven't been yet. I'm going
to go see Baby now. — Maggie Stiefvater

It's hard for me to speak, whether in English or Afrikaans. The reason I write is because I cannot speak. I feel blunt. — Antjie Krog