Shaneika Byars Quotes & Sayings

When accepting the American Film Institute Life Achievement award: I beg permission to mention by name only four people who have given me the most affection, appreciation, and encouragement, and constant collaboration. The first of the four is a film editor, the second is a scriptwriter, the third is the mother of my daughter Pat (Patricia Hitchcock), and the fourth is as fine a cook as ever performed miracles in a domestic kitchen. And their names are Alma Reville. — Alfred Hitchcock

For me, my number one priority always has to be the music, and I'm going to work school around my music - not music around my school. — Scotty McCreery

The value of doing something does not lie in the ease or difficulty, the probability or improbability of its achievement, but in the vision, the plan, the determination and the perseverance, the effort and the struggle which go into the project. Life is enriched by aspiration and effort, rather than by acquisition and accumulation. — Helen Nearing

Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more. — Walter Scott

What I admired most about him [Bobby Fischer] was his ability to make what was in fact so difficult look easy to us. I try to emulate him. — Magnus Carlsen

She listened to her heart above all the other voices. — Suzanne Collins

You got pretty popular for a while there.'
'For about forty-eight hours,' I said. 'Just long enough to figure out that I don't want to be popular. — Mary Jane Auch

In his madness and his blindness he was Lear and Gloucester combined. — Susanna Clarke

The freedoms won by Americans in 1776 were lost in the revolution of 1913. — Frank Chodorov

I used to drink wine. This girl asked me, "Doesn't wine give you a headache?" "Yeah, eventually, but the first and the middle part are amazing!" — Mitch Hedberg

Knight's disdain for Thoreau was bottomless - 'he had no deep insight into nature'... — Michael Finkel

This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god - and in a hot place, at that - with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a god who died in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin. — Yann Martel