Sarah Dessen Quotes
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.
Sarah Dessen
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No actor who's any good can say truthfully to themselves, 'Yeah, I'm good; I've got this sorted.'
Gabriel Byrne
I dig science fiction, though it was never really my thing.
Yancy Butler
I try and work out as much as I can. When I'm working or travelling, it's tough, but when I'm at home, that time and space is sacred. I do yoga every day.
Malaika Arora Khan
Israel will not divide its land. We're already too small.
Naftali Bennett
Well, more than me saying to the rest of the country music industry there is not enough traditional country music - that is not necessarily the statement in truth. I think more so that I, me, missed it more than anything else.
Vince Gill
If you're going to write a good book, you have to make mistakes and you have to not be so cautious all the time.
Zadie Smith
Love is the will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth... Love is as love does. Love is an act of will -- namely, both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love.
M. Scott Peck
I like storms. I would say I actively like stormy weather. I would not be afraid of them. I think that if I had not pursued journalism, I think storm-chasing would've been a really fun career.
Chuck Klosterman
I'm not the only one who has ever lost somebody; I'm not the only one who was missing somebody. That's what I love about country music, that's what I love about songwriters, is being able to put out those words, those feelings.
Cole Swindell
Russia, if you’re listening, I hope you’re able to find the 30,000 emails that are missing. I think you will probably be rewarded mightily by our press.
Donald Trump
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.
Sarah Dessen