Ueyama Camp Quotes & Sayings

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

He wrote very well in those days, as it happens, much better than he does now. He had absolute convictions, and style is nothing more than the absolute conviction of possessing a style. — Ricardo Piglia

If Ryan Giggs is worth £20 million, Dennis Bergkamp is worth £100 million — Marco Van Basten

It is better to practice a little than talk a lot. — Muso Soseki

A man of few words,
I just sit still on this hill,
I know death will persist,
I write when my mind is still,
I bleed daily to exist. — P.J. Bayliss

Nonmonogamous folks recognize that during a lifetime you can and will be attracted to other people even if you are in a wonderful, fulfilling relationship; they make room in their relationship for these attractions rather than allow them to cause anxiety, jealousy, and unreasonable expectations. — Tristan Taormino

Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more. — Jonathan Safran Foer

You won't find your soul in a textbook, self-help book, or buy it in a store. Sometimes, it's just a matter of looking past the anger, regret, and envy to see its smiling face. — Charles F. Glassman

He'd spent his entire exile schooling himself to face that he would never get what he wanted. People didn't, sometimes. So you made a life as best you could. — Sherwood Smith

I remember reminding myself that beauty is an opinion, not a fact. And it has always made me feel better. — Hayden Panettiere

In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen. — Martha Gellhorn

Art too is just a way of living. — Rainer Maria Rilke

I was examining the perfumed, coloured candles guaranteed to bring good fortune with continued use when a lovely mocha-skinned girl came in from the back room and stood behind the counter. She wore a white smock over her dress and looked about nineteen or twenty. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany. A number of thin, silver hoops jingled on her fine-boned wrist. "May I help you?" she asked. Just beneath her carefully modulated diction lingered the melodic calypso lilt of the Caribbean. — William Hjortsberg

The starting block for people who are going to stay in love is mutual submission. — Andy Stanley