Sheave Pulley Quotes & Sayings

Now my wandering days are over. It will be bliss to settle down. Bliss. There's a word, now. Bliss to love and to be loved. — Betty Smith

An idea made real through imagination shapes the spiritual prototype of a thing created. — Garry Fitchett

It's common knowledge that in the entertainment industry there's a lot of craziness that goes down, and it's really hard for anyone to stay sane. It's not a very natural environment to be in for too long. It's not very healthy. — Natasha Bedingfield

Still, a prince should make himself feared in such a way that if he does not gain love, he at any rate avoids hatred; for fear and the absence of hatred may well go together, and will be always attained by one who abstains from interfering with the property of his citizens and subjects or with their women. — Niccolo Machiavelli

Distrust ... is the beginning of hatred. — Margaret Of Valois

New York's terrible when somebody laughs on the street very late at night. You can hear it for miles. It makes you feel so lonesome and depressed. — J.D. Salinger

The past is dead; The future is imaginary; Happiness can only be in the Eternal Now Moment. — Ken Keyes Jr.

Teaching is the most powerful force that changes our world one student at a time. — Debasish Mridha

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name. — Alexander Pope

My mother got pregnant with me at the age of fifteen. This was '64, and unheard of at that time. — Dr. Dre

All human states are organic brain states - happiness, sadness, fear, lust, dreaming, doing math problems and writing novels - and our brains are not static. — Siri Hustvedt

people can die , dreams cant — Tonya Hurley

There is something terribly radical about believing that one's own experience and images are important enough to speak about, much less to write about and to perform — James A. Baldwin

On the pinnacle of success man does not stand firm long. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

There is that might-have-been which is the single rock we cling to above the maelstrom of unbearable reality. — William Faulkner