Zambardies Quotes & Sayings

It's easy to hate the game when your losing. — Richard Paul Evans

The risk that is involved in trusting is stepping forth with willingness with a knowing that you can lose something or fail, and doing it anyways — Mike Brown

You have to work hard AND well. There are a lot of people who work hard but not well. — Jose Mourinho

Hope is a strange thing, not to mention a common prostitute name,... — Andy Paine

You want the book to be special, and they are not always going to be special, but at least you want that to be the ambition. So the only way that happens is if you are not pressing to write a book. — Michael Lewis

There are two paths of which one may choose in the walk of life; one we are born with, and the one we consciously blaze. One is naturally true, while the other is a perceptive illusion. Choose wisely at each fork in the road. — T.F. Hodge

Now that photography is a digital medium, the ghost of painting is coming to haunt it: photography no longer retains a sense of truth. I think that's great, because it frees photography from factuality, the same way photography freed painting from factuality in the mid-nineteenth century. — Vik Muniz

You can cage their wings, you can't cage their spirit. — Sarvesh Jain

I start casting early in the writing process, so I can tailor the script to the gifts of the actors. — Judd Apatow

A window is just a window. Colored glass: mere glass. But in the sun it becomes more. She would show him, and say, love should do this. — Marie Rutkoski

She was like a mermaid enrapturing me the sailor with all her charms! — Avijeet Das

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. — Neil Gaiman

Cinema dominated the Fife coalfield towns. We lived in Lochgelly, but my mum was caught up in Hollywood. She was in love with the style and glamour. Sometimes she would come with me to the cinema in the afternoons, and she would say things like, 'I wouldn't mind a peck with Gregory.' — Kenneth Cranham

I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought,
or only when the sunsets fade
be mourned secretly in my thought?

All is for you: the daily prayer,
the sleepless heat at night,
and of my verses, the white
flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.

No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
me more, not
even the one who betrayed me to torture,
not even the one who caressed me and forgot. — Anna Akhmatova

Architecture theory is very interesting. — David Byrne