Strock Enterprises Quotes & Sayings

When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair — John Clare

A historical event represents the best and the worst of that moment. — Rachel Kushner

I set out to write an anti-parenting parenting book. — Bruce Feiler

But what was I but a scared child lost in a strange world? How could I replace all that been lost? Where was my place in the world? — Patrick Carman

I should have known something was wrong with my first wife. When I brought her home to meet my parents, they approved of her. — Woody Allen

(Moonlit nights)
On the beach of my thoughts
Full is overlooking some days..
,And it's flood ..
But, Isles is always coming
...
And the vision becomes clearly — Huda Aweys

[Speaking about same-sex marriage] It's about familiarity, and I think the only reason they're uncomfortable with the notion of same-sex marriages is because they haven't come into contact with gay and lesbian couples enough to understand that it's about love and that it is a civil right. — Jennifer Beals

In bringing dreams into fulfillment, pay no attention to different obstacles and difficulties — Sunday Adelaja

If you believe that you have the right to force me - use your guns openly. I will not help you to disguise the nature of your action. — Ayn Rand

My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine. — Julie Garwood

For another moment, she watched Hatcher, relaxed looking despite the bounce of the tractor. Yearning filled her soul. She didn't want a man just to have a man. But she ached to share with someone. Be able to reveal her deepest feelings without fear of ridicule or condemnation. Hatcher, with his quiet patience, had allowed her that if only for brief periods. — Linda Ford

I've done a number of films that no one has ever seen, and that's probably a good thing. — James Badge Dale

But it's a curse, a condemnation, like an act of provocation, to have been aroused from not being, to have been conjured up from a clot of dirt and hay and lit on fire and sent stumbling among the rocks and bones of this ruthless earth to weep and worry and wreak havoc and ponder little more than the impending return to oblivion, to invent hopes that are as elaborate as they are fraudulent and poorly constructed, and that burn off the moment they are dedicated, if not before, and are at best only true as we invent them for ourselves or tell them to others, around a fire, in a hovel, while we all freeze or starve or plot or contemplate treachery or betrayal or murder or despair of love, or make daughters and elaborately rejoice in them so that when they are cut down even more despair can be wrung from our hearts, which prove only to have been made for the purpose of being broken. And worse still, because broken hearts continue beating. — Paul Harding