Ysselstein Quotes & Sayings

She put one talon over Winter's — Tui T. Sutherland

What happens when we turn pro is, we finally listen to that still, small voice inside our heads. At last we find the courage to identify the secret dream or love or bliss that we have known all along was our passion, our calling, our destiny. — Steven Pressfield

She begins, "What is the question we spend our entire lives asking?" and answers, "Our question is this: Are we loved? I don't mean by one another." She closes her sermon to the snakes with these words: "I am like you, curious and small. Like you, I pause alertly and open my senses to try to read the air, the clouds, the sun's slant, the little movements of the animals, all in the hope I will learn the secret of whether I am loved. — Pat Schneider

Although the doctrine of innate equality of the race has been proclaimed, yet so far as woman is concerned it has been a standing falsehood. — Amelia Bloomer

I've never seen anyone so prone to life-threatening idiocy. — Stephenie Meyer

If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it — Paulo Coelho

It's an embarrassment that we don't have a broad enough consensus among political leaders that true reform should take place. I could count the members of Congress on one hand that took these issues seriously. — DeForest Soaries

I found me a place where I can do good without doing any harm, and I can see I'm doing good, and them I'm doing good for know I'm doing it, and they love me, Unk, as best they can. I found me a home. — Kurt Vonnegut

Other teams have offered me really big money but my love for Galatasaray is real. I want to play in major leagues and my dream team is Liverpool F.C. As I always mention, Liverpool attracts me because of their tradition. In Europe, I am a Liverpool supporter, so if I go to play in Europe, I would like to play for them. — Arda Turan

We need to walk into the future, no matter how unnerving, with open eyes if society is to keep pace with technology. — Lawrence M. Krauss

With most people, not describable as artists, all the finer part of their vitality goes into sex. They become third-rate poets during their courtship. All their instincts of drama come out freshly with their wives. The artist is he in whom this emotionality normally absorbed by sex is so strong that it claims a newer and more exclusive field of deployment. Its first creation is the Artist himself, a new sort of person; the creative man. — Wyndham Lewis

My dying planet needs to see what the body of Christ looks like. — Jon Foreman