Gabriela Mistral Quotes
In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.
Gabriela Mistral
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When I was 8 or 9, I started using bulletin board systems, which was the precursor to the Internet, where you'd dial into... a shared system and shared computers. I've had an email address since the late '80s, when I was 8 or 9 years old, and then I got on the Internet in '93 when it was first starting out.
Aaron Patzer
When I was, like, 16, I went in to the head of Disney, and I hadn't taken acting class really at all, and I didn't know what I was doing, and it was really embarrassing. Of course, you think Disney wants over-the-top and funny, and I was just trying to be over-the-top and funny, and it just wasn't working, and that was the worst.
Taylour Paige
A painting probably is the most shocking increase in value, from what it costs to make to what you sell it for.
Damien Hirst
Was music my talent really? No, I don't think I was particularly talented.
Victoria Beckham
Spice Girls
A spiritual partnership is a partnership between equals for the purpose of spiritual growth. Spiritual partners use their delightful experiences together as well as their power struggles to learn about themselves and change themselves.
Gary Zukav
Gut feeling is all about the experiences that you have had in your life. It is about being in difficult scenarios, knowing what worked, what did not work, and then taking a decision.
Mahendra Singh Dhoni
In executing the duties of my present important station, I can promise nothing but purity of intentions, and, in carrying these into effect, fidelity and diligence.
George Washington
Film is a tool of change.
Diego Luna
Today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness.
Kalidasa
The mind is a powerful tool.
Charles Tillman
Somewhere in my closetThere's a cardboard box just sittin' on a shelf.It's full of faded memoriesAnd it's been there ever since the night you left.Oh, just forgotten photographsTo remind me of the past.Oh, but I can still see everything just fine.Who needs pictures with a memory like mine?Yeah, who needs pictures with a memory like mine?
Brad Paisley
In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.
Gabriela Mistral
