Thorndale Quotes & Sayings

Even though your kids will consistently do the exact opposite of what you're telling them to do, you have to keep loving them just as much. — Bill Cosby

Every run is a work of art, a drawing on each day's canvas. Some runs are shouts and some runs are whispers. Some runs are eulogies and others celebrations. When you're angry, a run can be a sharp slap in the face. When happy, a run is your song. And when your running progresses enough to become the chrysalis through which your life is viewed, motivation is almost beside the point. Rather, it's running that motivates you for everything else the day holds. — Dagny Scott Barrios

I have often plotted my great escape to the beach. To live seaside and to be able to stare possibility and tranquility in the face every day ... I wanted it bad enough to taste. All the while forgetting, I can lap underneath an open sky at any moment and feel awe rush over me. I can bring it close to me like a blanket - if I only remember He is my rest and refuge. — Erica Goros

If I could be any animal I would be a pony because then I could have sex with ponies. — Thom Yorke

What is the thing that Will could do to make me not love him? That would make me abandon him? I can't think of one. I'm sorry. Except if he did something bad to the kids - now we've got a problem. — Jada Pinkett Smith

When I left university, I idled around without focus for much too long. — Kevin McCloud

Being receptive to what is happening around me gives me inspiration and feeds my desire to create. — Jake T. Austin

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams. — Henry David Thoreau

Nobody has the intention of building a wall — Walter Ulbricht

He revolutionized music videos. Before Michael Jackson, MTV refused to play African-American artists. — Spike Lee

Dreams, as we all know, are very curious things: certain incidents in them are presented with quite uncanny vividness, each detail executed with the finishing touch of a jeweller, while others you leap across as though entirely unaware of, for instance, space and time. Dreams seem to be induced not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart, and yet what clever tricks my reason has sometimes played on me in dreams! — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

There are faces which charge with a meaning and pathos not belonging to the single human soul that flutters beneath them, but speaking the joys and sorrows of foregone generations -- eyes that tell of deep love which doubtless has been and is somewhere, but not paired with these eyes -- perhaps paired with pale eyes that can say nothing; just as a national language may be instinct with poetry unfelt by the lips that use it. — George Eliot