Shianne Wadsworth Quotes & Sayings

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone. — Gillian Flynn

Don't let me to be lost in my dreams; they are as scary as your sweetness. — M.F. Moonzajer

The United Nations is a mess, riddled with scandals. In fact, the U.N. itself is a scandal. — Ginny Brown-Waite

Remember: It costs nothing to encourage an artist, and the potential benefits are staggering. A pat on the back to an artist now could one day result in your favorite film, or the cartoon you love to get stoned watching, or the song that saves your life. Discourage an artist, you get absolutely nothing in return, ever. — Kevin Smith

Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it. — Natalie Goldberg

[His coat] emitted an odor of bus station so desolate that just standing next to him you could feel your luck changing for the worse. — Michael Chabon

We should never judge a day by its weather. — Dick Van Dyke

The wise man looks at death with honesty, dignity and calm, recognizing that the tragedy it brings is inherent in the great gift of life. — Corliss Lamont

All writers misspeak, revealing not what they thought they said, but almost what they were afraid to say. — Charles E. Bressler

What turns a work crisis into a life crisis is the infusion of dread. — Lynda Obst

The salability of an item can often be improved while the value itself remains unchanged. — Roy H. Williams

Yoga changed my life. Hopefully, it will do that for others. — Nina Dobrev

We are afraid to face the hard questions. We are willing to tackle drugs, crime, and public education only if it doesn't cost us any new taxes. — J. Irwin Miller

You will draw what you love but you will also create what you hate. — Russell Anthony Gibbs

The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat beside him and stroked his pale and tangled hair. Golden chalice, good to house a god. Please dont tell me how the story ends. — Cormac McCarthy