Scavetta Video Quotes & Sayings

To achieve originality we need to abandon the comforts of habit, reason, and the approval of our peers, and strike out in new directions. — Marty Neumeier

She had been swimming in a big pink aquarium, and she never thought that somebody would come along with a hammer and break it until she was gasping for her life and everything she had taken for granted, for permanent, was gone. — Marge Piercy

Freud tells us to blame our parents for all the shortcomings of our life, Marx tells us to blame the upper class of our society. But the only one to blame is oneself. — Joseph Campbell

I want to design my own clothing line. I'm very into fashion. It's something I really want to focus on when swimming is over. — Ryan Lochte

This one's good. 'Don't expect a man with a hard-on to be able to think. He doesn't have enough blood to run both heads.' Hmmm." He shot her a wicked grin over his shoulder. "I do. Want to see? — Jill Shalvis

It is my conviction that the public always shows itself more honest in its spontaneity than do those who officially set themselves up as judges of works of art. — Igor Stravinsky

Our rulers at the present day, with their machines and their preachers, are all occupied in putting into our heads the preposterous notion that activity rather than contemplation is the object of life. — John Cowper Powys

The witches ignored her, turning up the stereo. She cringed when yet another Bieber song pumped away. Great, she'd been captured by fucking Beliebers.
They planned to sell her at auction? When "Beauty and a Beat" played for the fifth time, Chloe decided she was ready for the block. — Kresley Cole

Col. Lloyd's plantation resembles what the baronial domains were during the middle ages in Europe. Grim, cold, and unapproachable by all genial influences from communities without, there it stands; full three hundred years behind the age, — Frederick Douglass

The stubbornest of wills
Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron,
O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,
Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through. — Sophocles