Roncalli Basketball Quotes & Sayings

He had read books, newspapers and magazines. He knew that if you ran away you sometimes met bad people who did bad things to you; but he had also read fairy tales, so he knew that there were kind people out there, side by side with the monsters. — Neil Gaiman

Gentrifiers focus on aesthetics, not people. Because people, to them, are aesthetics. — Anonymous

Nothing in life is so hard that you can't make it easier by the way you take it. — Ellen Glasgow

It just makes more sense if you base your personal life logic on science. — Steve Merrick

I just want to tell stories that have an impact on people. Somebody needs to have an impact because people are lost. People are really lost. — Rebecca De Mornay

I've inherited the worst of each parent. I have my father's hypochondria and lack of concentration. I have his amorality. I have everything bad that he had. Then I have my mother's surly, pill-like, complaining, whining attitude. — Woody Allen

And now I'm telling you that if you want me, get off your ass, because I love you, Evan, more than anything — Cherrie Lynn

I have often found it true that the louder a person speaks, the less they have to say. — Douglas Preston

He could be breaking apart inside and you'd never know it from the way he acted. He'd be just as pleasant and polite as if he didn't have a care in the world. You had to be careful with someone like that. You could never know what he was thinking. — Jim Thompson

He saw an evening when he sat slumped across his desk in that office. It was late and his staff had left; so he could lie there alone, unwitnessed. He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel
not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things
and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again. — Ayn Rand