Toftness Method Quotes & Sayings

People want to hear your stories about these wonderful experiences you have, and that's what press tours are for. — Luke Evans

Hey, White, you know where your loyalties are? Right here. The old pinstripes. No! You never wore them ... So you have a right to sing the blues. — Phil Rizzuto

Perhaps the prayer that is offered when the time for praying is over is more terribly pathetic than any other. Yet one might hesitate to say that this prayer was unanswered.
("The Undying Thing") — Barry Pain

I got a stone in my shoe, Mr. Corleone,' " I said, quoting from the third Godfather movie. — Joseph Finder

There's no magic potion to remove you from a tough situation than your own self conviction and no poison as dangerous as self doubt. In no one has done it so far, you could be the one showing the way! — Anuranjita Kumar

I love weed so much I tried to marry juana — Lil' Wayne

Volunteering's an early and strong indication that you're not suited, he said. — China Mieville

It is time for this book in the second person to address itself no longer to a general male you, perhaps brother and double of a hypocrite I, but directly to you who appeared already in the second chapter as the Third Person necessary for the novel to be a novel, for something to happen between that male Second Person and the female Third, for something to take form, develop, or deteriorate according to the phases of human events. Or, rather, to follow the mental models through which we live our human events. Or, rather, to follow the mental models through which we attribute to human events the meanings that allow them to be lived. — Italo Calvino

It just happens to be that people like to associate poetry and rap music. I think that idea is kind of corny. — Earl Sweatshirt

But in a gale, the silent machinery of a sailing-ship would catch not only the power, but the wild and exulting voice of the world's soul. Whether she ran with her tall spars swinging, or breasted it with her tall spars lying over, there was always that wild song, deep like a chant, for a bass to the shrill pipe of the wind played on the sea-tops, with a punctuating crash, now and then, of a breaking wave. At times the weird effects of that invisible orchestra would get upon a man's nerves till he wished himself deaf. — Joseph Conrad