Unprimed Stretched Quotes & Sayings

Practice makes an actor excel. It is like cycling and motor driving. It is an art, which can be learnt and practised. — Anupam Kher

We are so unrepentant that we would rather perish than confess truthfully that we are sinners and justify God by means of confession. David justified the prophet Nathan's words: 'You are an adulterer, a murderer, and a blasphemer.' When David heard this, he was chastened and replied: 'The words are true.' He confessed his sins immediately and received forgiveness. Nathan did not write David a letter of indulgence, nor did he say to him: 'Make a pilgrimage to St. James, or have Masses read; or lie down in a hairy garment!' No, he said: 'The Lord has removed your sin. — Martin Luther

From the root, the sap rises up into the artist, flows through him, flows to his eye. Overwhelmed and activated by the force of the current, he conveys his vision into his work. And yet, standing at his appointed place as the trunk of the tree, he does nothing other than gather and pass on what rises from the depths. He neither serves nor commands he transmits. His position is humble. And the beauty at the crown is not his own; it has merely passed through him. — Paul Klee

Busyness is like sin: kill it, or it will be killing you. — Kevin DeYoung

I don't get this shitty attitude that only gays should care about gay issues and only women should care about women's issues. — Sarah Silverman

We were very fortunate to have been on the scene when we were. — Cynthia Weil

Life deceives everyone except the individual who doesn't contemplate it, the individual who demands nothing from it, the individual who serenely accepts its few gifts and serenely makes the most of them. — Ivan Turgenev

We still have to keep betting on markets like America that are full of opportunities to grow, even if we have to work our heads off to do it. — Jose Andres

This book is concerned with fate. I — Orhan Pamuk

When the vision of the 'Nude' flashed upon me, I knew that it would break forever the enslaving chains of Naturalism. — Marcel Duchamp