
Top 13 Erella Regev Quotes
#1. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speaks something good.
George Herbert
#2. The Yankees are only interested in one thing, and I have no idea what that is.
Luis Polonia
#3. A career like mine as an actor has a lot of ups and downs. Sometimes you wonder if you're not wasting your time trying to carve out a space for yourself in this crazy entertainment industry.
Chris Carmack
#4. My name is Monica, and I am not submissive. I stand six feet tall in heels. I am descended from one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. I can sing like an angel, and growl like a lion. I am not owned. I am music.
C.D. Reiss
#5. Even in the running away from hurting, there is hurting.
In opening unprotected to the experience
that is enslaving you with its torment,
there is the willingness to be free.
Are you willing? Or do yo just want to
wait until the world finally gets it and does it your way?
Gangaji
#6. The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.
Langston Hughes
#8. Forgive me if I stare, I knew you were young, but even then I was expecting someone a little more, well, more.
Christopher Paolini
#9. From ragbag, stumblebum, peripatetic lout
To bonfire of catnip that burns itself out
Bristled sack of hiss & claws
Cinched at the maw
B.J. Ward
#10. On the left side of my cheek a row of crusted scabbed stitches hold a deep 1 inch-long gash together. My nose is bent and swollen beneath its bandage and red lines streak from my nostrils. There are black and yellow bruises beneath both eyes, there is blood both wet and dry everywhere. (James Frey)
James Frey
#12. I'm the kind of person that when I saw a lack of African Americans in the apparel business, that was something I set out to do, and I lead by example.
Daymond John
#13. She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.
Kristin Cashore
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