Spiderleg Wa Quotes & Sayings

I think to make any relationship work it just takes a tremendous amount of effort and accepting of one another. — Rebecca Romijn

I like manning the trolley and cooking the bake goods. And I like walking into town before the sun rises because I get to see sunset as it moves over the lake at the edge of town. Just then, all alone, it's me and my lovely-smelling biscuits and cookies and God in the quiet as He paints brilliant swirls of color across the sky. It's as if all that's beautiful and peaceful and good is filling up my world, and all the ugliness is set aside for a while. — Eden Butler

If you don't like people, they can't hurt you. — Fredrik Backman

I cannot say that I was a particularly diligent student, especially during the lower grades. — Koichi Tanaka

To me, any character that is conflicted inside as well as outside of themselves is always a better role to play. — Brent Sexton

What sort of personality does one need to have, as a twenty-first-century mechanic, to tolerate the layers of electronic bullshit that get piled on top of machines? — Matthew B. Crawford

We have to ask ourselves whether medicine is to remain a humanitarian and respected profession or a new but depersonalized science in the service of prolonging life rather than diminishing human suffering. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Yeah, handsome, great big guy, seven feet tall! Name is Rick Miller - Portland, Oregon. And he started a business. Of course you know it was in basketball. But it wasn't in basketball! I mean, I figured he had to be in sport, but he wasn't in sport. — Mitt Romney

The hoarders, who are anxiously worried about losing something, are, psychologically speaking, the poor impoverished people, regardless of how much they have. Whoever is capable of giving of themselves is rich. — Erich Fromm

It does not matter what the media say, so long as they say something with one's name in it. — Anne McCaffrey

Everyone writes differently. I hope to get people energized so they'll want to rush home to write. — Mary Balogh

My secret is simple
I pray. — Mother Teresa

Disconsolate, she lowered her head, and her eyes fell upon her bodice, upon the even more languishing eyes of the wilted blossoms, which seemed ready to weep under their withered eyelids. The thought of the brevity of her unconscious dream about him, of the brevity of their happiness if ever it materialized, was associated for her with the sadness of those flowers, which, before dying, languished on the heart that they had felt beating with her first love, her first humiliation, and her first sorrow. — Marcel Proust