Yyouutuubbe Quotes & Sayings

Your future is not ahead of you, it's trapped within you — Myles Munroe

Gratitude is an appreciation of life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

WOMEN'S PRAYVAGANZA TODAY. The banner covers the building's former name, some dead president they shot. Below — Margaret Atwood

It is the transcendent (or 'abstract' or 'self-contained') nature of music that the new so called concretism
Pop Art, eighteen-hour slices-of-reality films, musique concrete
opposes. But instead of bringing art and reality closer together, the new movement merely thins out the distinction. — Igor Stravinsky

The only think worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you. — Markus Zusak

No young man ever thinks he shall die. — William Hazlitt

So as long as we live among men, let us cherish humanity. — Andre Gide

I really love people. I love to meet people. I'm curious about people. — Zoe Kazan

Hope is a flatterer, but the most upright of all parasites; for she frequents the poor man's hut, as well as the palace of his superior. — William Shenstone

I asked mom if I was a gifted child. She said they certainly wouldn't have paid for me. — Bill Watterson

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets
as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her
and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris. — Anne Rice

All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them. — Logan Pearsall Smith