Schoenen Reyskens Quotes & Sayings
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There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today. — Bob Dylan
I'm still waiting for Peter Jackson to let me play an elf. I want to play Orlando Bloom's father. No, Orlando Bloom's younger, hotter brother. I don't think it's going to happen. — Cliff Curtis
Bad experience is more bearable when you are not the only sufferer.
~pg 95 — Nien Cheng
Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves.
But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon
When I speak about love and compassion, I do so not as a Buddhist, nor as a Tibetan, nor as the Dalai Lama. I do so as one human being speaking with another. I hope that you at this moment will think of yourself as a human being rather than as an American, Asian, European, African, or member of any particular country. These loyalties are secondary. If you and I find common ground as human beings, we will communicate on a basic level. — Dalai Lama XIV
Ministers of God's choosing are engaged in a great work. They are warring not merely against men, but Satan and his angels. — Ellen G. White
Allow some warm-up time each day to stimulate your creative flow. A pianist does keyboard exercises. A gymnast stretches. An artist needs to loosen up, too. It takes a few minutes to shift from the real world into a creative mode. — Nita Leland
Now we sit and wait," the woman said, and she settled into a chair, the gun on her lap.
"What are we waiting for?" Jane asked.
The woman stared at her. Said, calmly: "The end. — Tess Gerritsen
Like music my drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate. — Odilon Redon
Flathead on the mountain. Taking them one at a time, she had the can of brains that belonged to each one opened and the contents spread on the flat head, after which, by means of her arts of sorcery, — L. Frank Baum
