Wetsuits For Girls Quotes & Sayings

The constant recollection of death is the test of human conduct. — Marcus Aurelius

When I was young, watching historical movies made me feel absolutely sublime. But the first few times I visited costume museums, I was really disappointed because it was not at the level I saw in movies. It was not the level of the image I'd imagined. — Olivier Theyskens

To touch somebody's heart with design. — Stefan Sagmeister

A free spirit is the master of its own universe. — Theodore Volgoff

America's last pioneers, urban nomads in search of wide open interior spaces — Cathleen McGuigan

The system of slavery, maintained for over two hundred years at the South, had performed a most perverting, morally desolating, and we might say, demonizing work on the dominant race, which people bred under our free civilization can not at once understand, nor scarcely believe when it is declared unto them. This reluctance to believe unwelcome truths has been the snare of our national life. We have not been willing to believe how hardened, despotic, and cruel the wielders of irresponsible power may become. When — John McElroy

If you play a real character who's famous and still alive, it makes things easier if you have the luck to have a good relationship with them. — Daniel Bruhl

When "everything is awesome" we may miss what (and Who) is truly deserving of awe. — Kevin DeYoung

Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something, just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I'll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as if it were the first time. — Samuel Beckett