Zabrosky Photography Quotes & Sayings

When the bank asks me about my assets, I include my friendship with Regis Philbin. — Lou Holtz

Now I understood why I had to prevent the day world from getting real. I saw that my instinct about this was a true one. As my eyes grew more discerning, I recognized my enemy's face and I was afraid, seeing there was a danger that one day might destroy me. Because of my fear that the daytime world would become real, I had to establish reality in another place. — Anna Kavan

The Old (Testament) is in the New (Testament) revealed, the New is in the Old concealed. — Saint Augustine

Joy Division throbbed in the background. — David Mitchell

True freedom comes from being unknown. — Ruth Ozeki

Change comes by substituting good habits for less desirable ones. You mold your character and future by good thoughts and acts. — Spencer W. Kimball

We read for instruction, for correction, and for consolation. — Christina, Queen Of Sweden

It had been a shitty night, so it was fitting that it should end with rain.
He closed his eyes and lay where he was, ready for it to stop. The rain, the cold, the pain, the aches, the blood choking the back of his throat, the metallic taste on his tongue. He wanted an off switch to his life; to get it over with. There wasn't much point fighting; he didn't have anything to fight for. He had his family and Levi, but something in his heart said that wasn't enough anymore.
He didn't want to be alone. — Elaine White

Let's all agree to disagree agreeably. — Jane E. Woodlee Hedrick

Books don't change the world, people change the world, books only change people. — Mario Quintana

In the frantaic world of today, with everything in a ceaseless uproar like a forest in a hurricane, it's a good thing to see that your roots go a long way down. — Thomas H. Raddall

The more you connect to the Power within you, the more you can be free in all areas of your life. — Louise Hay

American movies, English books - remember how they all end?" Gamini asked that night. "The American or the Englishman gets on a plane and leaves. That's it. The camera leaves with him. He looks out of the window at Mombasa or Vietnam or Jakarta, someplace now he can look at through the clouds. The tired hero. A couple of words to the girl beside him. He's going home. So the war, to all purposes, is over. That's enough reality for the West. It's probably the history of the last two hundred years of Western political writing. Go home. Write a book. Hit the circuit. — Michael Ondaatje