So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

It takes so little to make people happy. Just a touch, If we know how to give it, just a word fitly spoken, a slight readjustment of some bolt or pin or bearing in the delicate machinery of a soul.

Frank Crane

The bird is powered by its own life and by its motivation.

A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

If somebody asked me about my inspiration I would say that it's not the peopleand it's not the things, it's travel and experiencing different environments.

Marc Newson

X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.

R A Dickson

Going home and spending time with your family and your real friends keeps you grounded.

Jennifer Ellison

Impartial. Unable to perceive any promise of personal advantage from espousing either side of a controversy.

Ambrose Bierce

Passion and prejudice govern the world; only under the name of reason.

John Wesley

People are more comfortable learning about wine because now they can just Google, you know, 'Soave,' and say, 'Oh, O.K., cool.'

Gary Vaynerchuk

I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.

A. Whitney Brown

I get offered a World War II movie at least once a week just because I speak German and was born there. I have always stayed away from it because I didn't want to be put into that box.

Diane Kruger

Joy is not the same as pleasure or happiness. A wicked and evil man may have pleasure, while any ordinary mortal is capable of being happy. Pleasure generally comes from things, and always through the senses; happiness comes from humans through fellowship. Joy comes from loving God and neighbor. Pleasure is quick and violent, like a flash of lightning. Joy is steady and abiding, like a fixed star. Pleasure depends on external circumstances, such as money, food, travel, etc. Joy is independent of them, for it comes from a good conscience and love of God.

Fulton John Sheen

We, who have already borne on the road to Paradise the lives of the best among us, want a difficult, erect, implacable Paradise; a Paradise where one can never rest and which has, beside the threshold of the gates, angels with swords.

J. A. Primo De Rivera