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The wheel turns. Blue above, green below, we wander a long way, but love is what the cup of our soul contains when we leave the world and the flesh. — Louise Murphy

Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed. — Ellen Goodman

If you're going to support a football team, do it 100 per cent. — Sean Bean

It's never happened to me before, in my career, and never will again. It's a one-off experience. It's a rare treat to have a cast together for six years. Crews come and go, and a few of them have been there throughout, but not many. It's rare, in my experience, after 26 years, to have had a proper company in a show that enjoys each other's company, and who is such a fine bunch of people and actors. To have struck a chord with people, and to have had that combination, is extremely rare. — Hugh Bonneville

Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider; girls go to college to get more knowledge. — James C. Dobson

You need to marry the qualitative with the quantitative. It better informs us so we can decide what to do. We can't be afraid of data and analysis. We have to use that lens. — Nathan Shedroff

He just tarted up his misdemeanours and made them look respectable, — Margaret Atwood

To contradict, even in little matters, is the supreme necessity of art today. — Witold Gombrowicz

If you're opening a hot dog stand, you could worry about the condiments, the cart, the name, the decoration. But the first thing you should worry aout is the hot dog. The hot dogs are the epicenter. Everything else is secondary. — Jason Fried

We find something of the favour sought in a graceful refusal. — Publilius Syrus

And unless we look and listen closely, we risk making the same mistake. God's lights in our dark nights are as numerous as the stars, if only we'll look for them. from In the Eye of the Storm — Max Lucado

To me, hockey was always tremendous fun. That's what kept me going for so long. I simply love to play hockey. — Gordie Howe

I must hold his pain where it is, he thought. Mine does not matter. I can control mine. But his pain could drive him mad. — Ernest Hemingway,