Sorscha Krehl Quotes & Sayings

A life of sacrifice is the pinnacle of art, and is full of true joy. — Mahatma Gandhi

Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run. — Amy Lowell

I speak not of men's creeds - they rest between Man and his Maker. — Lord Byron

The more slowly trees grow at first, the sounder they are at the core, and I think the same is true of human beings. — Henry David Thoreau

The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl. — Victoria Schwab

You are not a female or a male - you are a dancer. And when I started going into choreography I became part of a team of people making movies. I wasn't a woman choreographer. I was a choreographer. — Anne Fletcher

It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world but upon a doll inside our head, the only woman who is always available in fact, the only one we shall ever possess, whom the arbitrary nature of memory, almost as absolute as that of the imagination, may have made as different from the real woman as the real Balbec had been from the Balbec I imagined- a dummy creation that little by little, to our own detriment, we shall force the real woman to resemble. — Marcel Proust

An estimated 7 million illegal immigrants were residing in the United States in January 2000. This is double the size of the illegal immigrant population in January 1990 and constitutes 2.5 percent of the total U.S. population of just over 281 million. — Gary Miller

The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king. — Horace

What having a Down's syndrome child isn't - and I feel very strongly about this - is a tragedy. All those pregnancy books you read when you are expecting refer to Down's syndrome as if it were the worst possible outcome, and it's not. — Sally Phillips

In everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive. — Haruki Murakami

She's quiet, but she holds my gaze, those wild eyes uncovering every complicated layer of my admission. I know she wants to ask me what I mean, and at this moment, I can't lie to her. When she looks at me like that, like I somehow matter in her world, that I actually take up space somewhere in her thoughts, she can ask me anything. And I'd hand her every single one of my secrets on a silver platter. — S.L. Jennings