Vellinga Timothy Quotes & Sayings

Garden design theory explains, or should explain, the 'What, Where, Why and How' of making gardens. — Tom Turner

Once I accidentally left my passport in Nice, France, when I was on my way to Prague. Upon arriving in Vienna, after taking an overnight, and being asked to present my travel documents and realizing I forgot them at the hotel, they kicked me off the train and sent me back! — Megalyn Echikunwoke

I'm not really seeing pressure as a negative. — Mikaela Shiffrin

My parents instilled in me that life was going to be very difficult and that I'd have to work for everything. — Joan Collins

Every day you wake up and think, we'll fix things tomorrow. — Sarah Ockler

First, there is the power of the Wind, constantly exerted over the globe ... Here is an almost incalculable power at our disposal, yet how trifling the use we make of it. — Henry David Thoreau

This must be what an addict feels like, I think,
trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story. — Jodi Picoult

The essential tendency of life is toward happiness ... Optimism is the only true condition for a reasonable man. — Phillips Brooks

If there is anything I really fear it is the mind of a young girl. — Jane Heap

One key to successful leadership is continuous personal change. Personal change is a reflection of our inner growth and empowerment. — Robert E. Quinn

I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it's painful gall-stones, it's gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul ... — Henry Miller

Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy choir of Bulgarians provided the entertainment, via a set of headphones that ended up irredeemably tangled beneath the bed. Part of me just watched. The other part was in charge. — Liz Jensen

I love you but you were a boring mother fucker until Mister-Pussy-Eating-Like-a-Boss, Hot-as-Hell, Sex-on-a-Stick came into your life. — Kathryn Perez