Ulrick Marine Quotes & Sayings

The path we're taking is not a road, Kiyo, it's a pier, and it ends someplace where the sea begins. It can't be helped. — Yukio Mishima

In my teens I was interested in photography. Then I decided that I should learn something about the world of commerce. And I came to America at age 17 to escape Europe. I went to NYU - nothing better than being 17 years old and coming to New York. — Nicolas Berggruen

He [man] abuses equally other animals and his own species, the rest of whom live in famine, languish in misery, and work only to satisfy the immoderate appetite and the still more insatiable vanity of this human being who, destroying others by want, destroys himself by excess. — Georges-Louis Leclerc, Comte De Buffon

We be light, we be life, we be fire! We sing electric flame, we rumble underground wind, we dance heaven! Come be we and be free! — Kate Griffin

I'm not anti-middle-class in the slightest. Look at me! I am very pro people putting time and money and effort into trying to improve the world. — J.K. Rowling

I rocked in silence, and realized for the first time that 'home' wasn't this place anymore. It was wherever Victor was. It was both a terrifying and an enlightening realization, and I took a deep breath and thought carefully before I answered.
'Yes. I'm ready to go home.'
It was like saying hello and good-bye at the same time. — Jenny Lawson

I don't get into heavy political numbers because I don't find them lyrical. — James Taylor

I want to know what my food has been eating. — Masa Takayama

Let your love be stronger than your fear. — Kate McGahan

I think that American music, for me, it's a synthesis of a lot of different things. But for me growing up in North Carolina, the stuff that I was listening to, the things that I was hearing, it was all about black music, about soul music. — James Taylor

Some of them would survive to become fruit as good as anything on earth. Others would wither on the branch, killed by frost, wasted. — Lauren Wolk

The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp. — Cornelia Funke