Quotes & Sayings About St Vincent And The Grenadines

Potential: a bridge between ask and grasp. — Soul Dancer

I've learned, in my tragic little life, that memories are like water. Not solid, like some people think. Once something happens, it isn't set it stone. It can change.

You can make yourself believe anything if you lie to yourself enough. — Dawn Kurtagich

My father was a big influence - it was very important to him that we traveled, and he gave me my strong work ethic. — Marcus Samuelsson

I was in Lahore before the partition, so I don't believe that a border can truly separate Punjab. I still think of it as one. — Yash Chopra

Let us recollect that peace or war will not always be left to our option; that however moderate or unambitious we may be, we cannot count upon the moderation, or hope to extinguish the ambition of others. — Alexander Hamilton

Most of our fan experiences include many touching moments. There are even fans who have told us that our music saved their lives and that is very powerful to hear and to realize, that our music can make such a profound difference. — Stjepan Hauser

God's plan for us is to be loved enough by him and others, to not feel isolated - even when we're alone.2 — Henry Cloud

Meet every level of frustration with a greater level of character. — Wes Fesler

A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence. — Robert Smithson

An object may seem static to you and to me, but every bit of it is in continuous movement, shaking, shivering, and rotating. — Girdhar Joshi

People get on a show and they fought tooth and nail. Almost 95% of the actors out there want to be on a television series. Then as soon as they get onto one, no, no, I want to be a movie star. This television series stuff, no, no no. — Victoria Pratt

Atheism has been on the rise for years now, and the Bible of the atheists is 'The Origin of Species.' — Kirk Cameron

It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers,
And then again Instantly on the wing. — William C. Bryant

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape. — Jean-Paul Sartre