Tretter Collection Quotes & Sayings

A student with greater talent than his teacher needs great humility. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Sometimes one forgets that not everyone in this world is a bastard. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I know that love is no cure, but rather the disease itself. — Erica Jong

I really do think artists are the most important people on the planet, and if what I do is a utility and helps them, then that makes me happy. I want to be helpful. — Hans Ulrich Obrist

I had already just sort of decided okay it's just never going to happen. So when they - when my name was called it was an out of body, you know, just glorious moment. It shouldn't mean that much. But, you know, I'd be lying if I didn't say that it meant the world to know that my peers appreciated what I was doing. — Debra Messing

The neck massage: signature move of a Professional Boyfriend. — Robin Mellom

Don't be daunted. Just do your job. Continue to show up for your piece of it, whatever that might be. If your job is to dance, do your dance. If the divine, cockeyed genius assigned to your case decides to let some sort of wonderment be glimpsed, for just one moment through your efforts, then 'Ole!' And if not, do your dance anyhow. And 'Ole!' to you, nonetheless. I believe this and I feel that we must teach it. 'Ole!' to you, nonetheless, just for having the sheer human love and stubbornness to keep showing up. — Elizabeth Gilbert

But look at Ryu." The wolf had lain down and was gnawing at the stick. "His instincts lean as much toward playing and loving. If he had a mate and cubs, then his instincts would be to protect them at all costs." Scarlet twirled the cord of her hoodie around a finger. "That's what Wolf did. He protected me." She — Marissa Meyer

The man drew his foot back and kicked Mark in the ribs. Pain exploded in his side and he cried out, unable to help himself. The man kicked him again, this time in the back, right in the kidney. A deep ache washed through Mark, and tears stung his eyes as he cried out even louder. Alec protested. "Stop it, you sorry son of a - " His words were cut off when one of his captors reached down and punched him in the face. "Why are you doing this?" Mark yelled. "We're not demons! You people have lost your minds!" Another kick pierced him in the ribs, the pain unbearable. He balled up, wrapped his arms around himself. Prepared for the continued onslaught, knowing he had no chance of escape. "Stop." The word rumbled through the air from the other side of the fire, the deep, bellowing voice of a man. The men beating Mark and Alec immediately jumped back from them and knelt down, their faces lowered. — James Dashner