Sephiroth Dissidia Quotes & Sayings

To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again. — Hermann Hesse

But we will say something else. That for far too long in this country, people who can work, people who are able to work, and people who choose not to work: you cannot go on claiming welfare like you are now. — David Cameron

It might be thematic work. It might be theatrical. I enjoy that kind of work. — John Sebastian

It is unlikely that changes in telomeres are influencing the lifespan of the worm. That is because telomeres only shorten when cells divide. Most of the cells of the worm stop dividing when the worm becomes an adult. — Cynthia Kenyon

The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art. — Terence McKenna

Stubborn, loyal, utterly driven to accomplish your mission." "Basically, you're both crazy heroes." "And everybody thinks you're both hot," says Dee. I scoff. "Now I know you're full of it. — Susan Ee

To summarise, the secret of success is to tidy in one shot, as quickly and completely as possible, and to start by discarding. — Marie Kondo

Ike's problem was that he was a musician that always wanted to be a star; and was a star, locally, but never internationally ... so he then changed the name to Ike and changed my name to Tina because if I ran away, Tina was his name. It was patented as you call it. — Tina Turner

God did not mean us to be ignorant. He left us this marvelous universe to decipher and understand. — James Targett

Some people really like to get into Twitter, but it's not my thing. — Vince Vaughn

As there was never any question there was never any answer. — Gertrude Stein

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight. — Linda Ronstadt

Always move forward if you have the option. — John Flanagan

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-imbroider'd vale
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissus are? — John Milton

cared for no rogues but their own, — Walter Scott