Sincenosihayparaiso Quotes & Sayings

I'm not really superstitious - I don't have any lucky charms or a mascot. — Andrew Flintoff

Love believes all things and yet is never deceived. — Soren Kierkegaard

If Uncle Martin were here today, he would surely commend us for giving honor where honor is due. — Alveda King

Homosexuals are rarely monogamous and have as many as 300 to 1,000 sexual partners over the course of a lifetime. ... [T]he risk of sexual abuse in a homosexual household is much greater than in a heterosexual household. — Bryan Fischer

What we call results are beginnings. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I feel very uneasy with a lot of aspects of the Russian life and the Russian people. — Mikhail Baryshnikov

Once, he had dreamt that he found [it]. It wasn't the actual finding, but the day after. He wouldn't forget the sensation of the dream. It hadn't been joy, but instead, the absence of pain. He couldn't forget that lightness. The freedom. — Maggie Stiefvater

There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic. — Wallace Stegner

I'm thinking in terms of a point of departure, a field of action for performers to express an expressive need of mine which hopefully the context of music would convey. — John Eaton

It's odd, because I used to see pictures, on telly or wherever, of what I now know to be Shaftesbury Avenue and I used to wonder what that amazing street with all the lights was. Well, now I know. I think when you get a wee taste of something, it maybe isn't what you thought it was. — Shirley Henderson

I share what I know, so that others may grow! — Walt F.J. Goodridge

It was a wild, tempestuous night, towards the close of November. Holmes and I sat together in silence all the evening, he engaged with a powerful lens deciphering the remains of the original inscription upon a palimpsest, I deep in a recent treatise upon surgery. Outside the wind howled down Baker Street, while the rain beat fiercely against the windows. It was strange there, in the very depths of the town, with ten miles of man's handiwork on every side of us, to feel the iron grip of Nature, and to be conscious that to the huge elemental forces all London was no more than the molehills that dot the fields. I walked to the window, and looked out on the deserted street. The occasional lamps gleamed on the expanse of muddy road and shining pavement. A single cab was splashing its way from the Oxford Street end. — Arthur Conan Doyle

'Life of Pi' was actually a very simple novel to write. — Yann Martel