Elizabeth Scott Quotes
..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.
Quotes to Explore
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The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.
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He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
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Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.
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I can't change my personality. I'll always smile, but I'll be more focused.
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There's so many other things I want to do. I don't want to do them to be different or just for a challenge, but because my heart and soul tell me to.
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Every actor in his heart believes everything bad that's printed about him.
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My job is to get to the heart of a story, to find out what's really going on; to get it verified and, then, to get it out to as many people as possible as fast as.
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You don't always necessarily see eye to eye with the people that you are getting married into you, so you really have to learn to open your mind, open your heart and be super compassionate about other people's points of view, faith and opinions.
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And who would deny the intellect and will of girls? That would be questioning their full humanity. On the average, abstract and mere intellectual activity is not suitable for them; they want to understand reality completely, and they want to comprehend not merely with the intellect but also with the heart.
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Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!I feel ye now - I feel ye in your strength.
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Fame and fortune is a magnet.It can pull you far away from homeWith a dream in your heart you're never alone.Dreams turn into dust and blow awayAnd there you are without a friend
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The Cross on Golgotha Thou lookest to in vain, Unless within thine heart It be set up again
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Everybody's at war with different things… I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.
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Thinking of the sun makes my heart beat faster - too fast! What darkness! From this night winter begins.
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I love being a grandmother. That feeling you have for your own child - you don't ever think it will be replicated, and I did wonder if I would have to 'pretend' with my grandchildren. But my heart was taken on day one.
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I would wake up in Moscow or somewhere else, my heart beating fast, feeling bitter and helpless.
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Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
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When I'm on the court, I try to play with all my emotion and heart.
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I prefer a kind of sweet, deep, rich prayer in which a person goes in and says, Take me down deep into the reason you gave me life. Take me down deep. It silences the chaos in me.
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Some people are diplomatic, some people are outspoken, but the next generation is very clear. People are speaking their mind out. People are worried about other things besides their own careers. It's not accurate to say that they don't speak out.
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Then there is Dick Cheney, who essentially said that if Kerry is voted in as president, terrorism will hit America again. How is that? Is Cheney going to make some calls? Apparently he has the hook up.
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Part of me regrets not finishing college.
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I think most writers' houses are disappointing. What's much more atmospheric and interesting are the places they wrote about.
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..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.
