Sienge Quotes & Sayings

Happiness is a talent like any other. It's another art form. Some people are good at it, some people aren't. — Terri Windling

It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do. — Harold Brodkey

Italian women are some of the most beautiful in the world. This is why the Vatican is in Italy. If a man can walk across Italy and retain his celibacy, he's got what it takes to be a priest - or an interior decorator. — Craig Ferguson

One of the most powerful feelings in the world is after a really, really long run. — Ellie Goulding

This guy, when I met him he was 47 years old, he'd just come out of a divorce and he was, you know, very desirable. He had every Cosmo cover girl and undercover girl. They were just coming out of his ears. Baking cakes on his doorstep, one in the back door, one on the roof, one waiting in the basement, another in the elevator. So I know I have to keep an eye on him. — Pia Zadora

Trustful people are the pure at heart, as they are moved by the zeal of their own trustworthiness. — Criss Jami

I can always tell when a girl comes from a good family because she's what's known as not at all attracted to me. — Dov Davidoff

The Church is the handmaid of tyranny and the steady enemy of liberty. — Thomas B. Macaulay

It had to do with the way women throughout time has known the feel of love when it came to them. — Peg Sutherland

I don't see myself as someone who's ever going to be defined by one moment. It's on to the next. — Justin Timberlake

The triumph of the industrial arts will advance the cause of civilization more rapidly than its warmest advocates could have hoped, and contribute to the permanent prosperity and strength of the country far more than the most splendid victories of successful war. — Charles Babbage

Love
what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love! For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, The story without an end that angels throng to hear, The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart! — Martin Farquhar Tupper