Sadranan Quotes & Sayings

Exposure makes you famous, not just good work. Famous is being plastered everywhere. — Francesca Annis

As for wrinkles
Pshaw! Why shouldn't we have wrinkles? Honorable insignia of long service in this warfare. — C.S. Lewis

When you see beauty all around you, beauty will seek and find you, even in the most unexpected places. — Alberto Villoldo

A lot of the friends I had went on to become criminals. — Joel Kinnaman

Sometimes it's more a matter of collaboration which matters in a collection. — Raf Simons

Help us to be true, Lord. Help us to stand. — Stephen King

Music directly imitates the passions or states of the soul ... when one listens to music that imitates a certain passion, he becomes imbued withthe same passion; and if over a long time he habitually listens to music that rouses ignoble passions, his whole character will be shaped to an ignoble form. — Aristotle.

We play the game of the adults, we play the game of the outside Dream, and we lose. We lose our innocence, we lose our freedom, we lose our happiness, and we lose our tendency to love. — Miguel Ruiz

The battle between focus and distraction is a serious problem - both to the competitiveness of our companies and to our own sanity. — Jocelyn K. Glei

Go to sleep, baby, Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiment so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell. — Kim Harrison

I told you, you're my black pearl. When i first set eyes on you in the servant's hall I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. — Daisy Goodwin

Art thou that man,' she cries, 'who, erstwhile fed with the milk and reared upon the nourishment which is mine to give, had grown up to the full vigour of a manly spirit? And yet I had bestowed such armour on thee as would have proved an invincible defence, hadst thou not first cast it away. Dost thou know me? Why art thou silent? Is it shame or amazement that hath struck thee dumb? Would it were shame; but, as I see, a stupor hath seized upon thee.' Then, when she saw me not only answering nothing, but mute and utterly incapable of speech, she gently touched my breast with her hand, and said: 'There is no danger; these are the symptoms of lethargy, the usual sickness of deluded minds. For awhile he has forgotten himself; he will easily recover his memory, if only he first recognises me. — Boethius

Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up. — Laura Ingalls Wilder