Yomura Holdings Quotes & Sayings

If some guys couldn't stand the heat, then they didn't belong in the major leagues. I don't know anybody who refused the World Series checks I helped them get. — Dick Williams

Spooning leads to forking. — Rachel Spangler

Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc. — Anne Rice

If there's a heaven, I can't find the stairway — Black Thought

Pray for strength to preserve. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The mystic lives and looks; and speaks the disconcerting language of first-hand experience. — Evelyn Underhill

William Perkins said, The end of a man's calling is not to gather riches for himself ... but to serve God in the serving of man, and in the seeking the good of all men. — Leland Ryken

I consider it completely unimportant who in the party will vote, or how; but what is extraordinarily important is this - who will count the votes, and how. — Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin

God is good all the time. And all the time, God is good. — Shane Harper

For me, I can't live without acting or drama and writing - I also run a theater company. — Tom Cullen

When it was proposed to me to go abroad, rub oft some rust, and better my condition in a worldly sense, I fear lest my life will lose some of its homeliness. If these fields and streams and woods, the phenomena of nature here, and the simple occupations of the inhabitants should cease to interest and inspire me, no culture or wealth would atone for the loss. — Henry David Thoreau

Really it is very wholesome exercise, this trying to make one's words represent one's thoughts, instead of merely looking to their effect on others. — Elizabeth Gaskell

Take a small step in the direction of a dream and watch the synchronous doors flying open — Julia Cameron

In a sense, Joyce was Beckett's Don Quixote, and Beckett was his Sancho Panza. Joyce aspired to the One; Beckett encapsulated the fragmented many. But as each author accomplished his task, it was in the service of the other. Ultimately, Beckett's landscapes would resound with articulate silence, and his empty spaces would collect within themselves the richness of multiple shadows
a physicist would say the negative particles
of all that exists in absence, as in the white patches of an Abstract Expressionist painting. Becket would evoke, on his canvasses of vast innuendo and through the interstices of conscious and unconscious thought, the richness that Joyce had made explicit in words and intricate structure. — Lois Gordon