Trew Balance Quotes & Sayings

In high school, I was Mr. Choir Boy. I had solos, I was helping out the tenors with their parts and our choir teacher would ask me what songs we should do. — Lucas Grabeel

We are what we are... — Ke$ha

The school-children were in their uniforms. A cock crowed repeatedly. Mum got her tray together. I was ready for school. Mum went down the street, swaying, moving a little sleepily, with one more burden added to her life. She was merely a detail in the poverty of our area. — Ben Okri

Gamers always believe that an epic win is possible and that it's always worth trying, and trying now. Gamers don't sit around. — Jane McGonigal

The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself. — Emile M. Cioran

It was actually a lot more helpful to have Calvin Hart, a cop, as my template. He was also my technical advisor on Shaft. This time, I kinda got to go to Jersey City with him, and hang around, and watch him interact with other cops, people in the projects, and see what it means to be him. People call him 'Big Daddy' and he's this larger-than-life hero to a lot of people. — Samuel L. Jackson

That you can find beauty everywhere, even in the things that scare you the most. — Emma Scott

Truth itself is the best prudence. — Alireza Salehi Nejad

The difference between slaves in Roman and Ottoman days and today's employees is that slaves did not need to flatter their boss. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Susan Rebecca White has a keen sense for how her characters talk and think. An impressive debut. — Tom Barbash

If fact were enough, you could take a photo of the subject. Unlike the sensitive observer, however, the camera never selects or comments, never adds or subtracts. — Paul Strisik

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers ...
How did it go?
How did it go? — Shel Silverstein