Sedlmayer Quotes & Sayings

I'm more of a man than any liberal. — Ann Coulter

My problem with interviews, one day I'll think one thing, and the next day I'll think the exact opposite. — Skeet Ulrich

God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart. — Rumi

Everybody's got a true home - maybe not where they're living, but
where their heart lives. — Charles De Lint

I may err but I am not a heretic, for the first has to do with the mind and the second with the will! — Meister Eckhart

When you have to walk further, wherever it might be, I beg you, never to go alone anymore. I think that as a lesson for us all. I believe it was a warning. If Dad had been alone, he surely would have died. — Gigi Sedlmayer

I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves. — Sarah J. Maas

Money was invented as a lubricant for the barter system, but we're way overdue for a lube and oil change. — Daniel N. Robinson

I've learned that if I stay busy, especially by helping others, I don't think about my pain. In an odd way, my pain is its own therapy. I intend to go on until I can't go anymore. — Don Piper

So people keep asking me what this badge is for ... this badge makes me the sheriff, the sheriff of Emo town, so get your straight irons and eyeliner ready! — Gerard Way

He was always sort of a scrappy little kid wasn't he? A bit of a fighter? — Katie Couric

In making tactical dispositions, the highest pitch you can attain is to conceal them — Sun Tzu

That's the worst thing for an actor: when you say to someone, "Yeah, I was in that movie," and they say, "You were?" — Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa

He had his eyes closed and
rocked himself so much that everyone thought he would
soon crash to the ground. And then it happened. He
crashed to the ground. Surprised, he lay on the ground
on his side, not sure what had happened, looking around.
Next he jumped up and listened to Matica's singing again,
starting to rock himself once more. His eyes closed slowly,
his beak opened. And then he crashed to the ground a second
time. This time he kept lying down, spreading his free
wing up into the air and waving it to the tune of the melody.
Strange sounds came out of his beak. It was a grunt
but more than a grunt, as if he was really enjoying himself,
as if he would follow Matica's words and would sing
or hum as well. — Gigi Sedlmayer