Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.

Sometimes our Biggest Nightmare turns out to be our Biggest Gift. And it all comes down to our attitude. Life will throw us curve balls and disappointments, even heartbreak. But ultimately we can choose if we're going to be Bitter or Better for the experience.

Kathryn Orford

Facts are God's arguments; we should be careful never to misunderstand or pervert them.

Tryon Edwards

I have three dogs, a cat, fish. I'm a huge animal lover. They're amazing.

Willow Shields

Security is when everything is settled. When nothing can happen to you. Security is the denial of life.

Germaine Greer

A fact of modern life is that it takes women longer to get ready than men.

Jessica Savitch

Short lived pleasure is the parent of pain.

Proverb

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Alexander Pope

There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.

Friedrich Nietzsche

I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.

Lauren Holly

My favorite traditional Christmas movie that I like to watch is All Quiet on the Western Front. It's just not December without that movie in my house.

Tom Hanks

The people I want are very famous and very rich, and all I can offer them is a bit of exposure on TV and a bit of cash, so it's a miracle we get any guests at all. But we have been very lucky.

Graham Norton

I would awake at sunrise, and without washing or dressing sit down before the easel which stood right beside my bed. Thus the first image I saw on awakening was the painting I had begun, as it was the last I saw in the evening when I retired . . . I spent the whole day seated before my easel, my eyes staring fixedly, trying to 'see', like a medium (very much so indeed), the images that would spring up in my imagination. Often I saw these images exactly situated in the painting. Then, at the point commanded by them, I would paint, paint with the hot taste in my mouth that panting hunting dogs must have at the moment when they fasten their teeth into the game killed that very instant by a well-aimed shot. At times I would wait whole hours without any such images occuring. Then, not painting, I would remain in suspense, holding up one paw, from which the brush hung motionless, ready to pounce again upon the oneiric landscape of my canvas the moment the next explosion of my brain brought a new victim of my imagination bleeding to the ground.

Salvador Dali, My Secret Life