Elizabeth Wein Quotes
Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper and old wood, the green view of the river beyond the leaded casement window propped open just an inch. As if she loved it, but was a little scared to be there.
Elizabeth Wein
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I'd spend every summer in Longview on my grandfather's farm. It was a tiny little town divided by a river, which was the segregation line: that side white, this side black. And meanwhile, I lived in Compton - basically, another whole world sealed into 10 square blocks. It's interesting how insular an environment can be.
Forest Whitaker
A boardroom is a collection of individuals, and individuals have varying motives, egos, agendas and qualifications. Sometimes the dynamics can go off track.
Carly Fiorina
I hate that expression, 'fusion.' What it means to me is this movement where nothing ever really fused.
Wayne Kramer
There's nothing wrong with showing sexuality. If you have that inside, it's just an expression of who you are. If you want to share that with people, that's amazing. I love that.
Camila Cabello
Fifth Harmony
My chicken ain't no joke. I ain't scared to go up against the Colonel, tastewise.
Flavor Flav
James Garner is like a peaceful river through our chaos.
Kaley Cuoco
I'm not scared to spend money. If you go out with me one night, you will understand that.
Arsene Wenger
Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
Betty Smith
The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.
Elizabeth Scott
I have lucky boots for military embeds, a lucky scarf for road trips, a lucky handbag, and lucky days of the week. I tap into my gut for 'right' or 'wrong' feelings about such simple things as whether I should go grocery shopping.
Farnaz Fassihi
A youth, when at home, should be filial, and, abroad, respectful to his elders.
Confucius
Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper and old wood, the green view of the river beyond the leaded casement window propped open just an inch. As if she loved it, but was a little scared to be there.
Elizabeth Wein