Summerour Studios Quotes & Sayings

Happy endings aren't just for fairy tales and massage parlors. — Susan Gloss

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available. — Theodor W. Adorno

If I could make you happy, then I'd be a prince. If I could get you to love me, then I'd be a king. If I could spend the rest of my life loving you, then I'd be in heaven. And now that I have you here, knowing that you are happy and that I'm the reason, knowing that you love me, and knowing that I will spend the rest of my life loving you, I understand what it truly means to be blessed. — S.L. Naeole

When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble;
When everything is silent and perfect,
There is just perfection and nothing
To fill the air. — Dejan Stojanovic

The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! - the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! — Thomas Moore

If Feynman could see beauty as the inspiration for the theory of the rainbow, and if an electron could behave like a wave, and light like a particle, then the little contradiction of Leonard flitting among different subfields of physics, or even among varied careers, would not shake the universe. — Anonymous

And for a second I feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and I think she's done it, she's flying, and time seems to stop with her glittering in the air like a beautiful bird. But then time resumes, and the air doesn't hold her ... — Lauren Oliver

The rocks are not so close akin to us as the soil; they are one more remove from us; but they lie back of all, and are the final source of all ... Time, geologic time, looks out at us from the rocks as from no other objects in the landscape. — John Burroughs

She felt such an intense sensation of happiness it frightened her, because surely there was a price to pay for this sort of bliss. — Liane Moriarty