Evgeniya Akhremenko Quotes

#1. I never lifted a weight in my life. Why am I going to do steroids? That's not going to do me any good. We didn't have any weights in our clubhouse. We had one exercise bike and that was for the guy who tweaked his hamstring. And that thing didn't even work half the time.

George Brett

#2. I wasn't about to tell him that I never said anything to anyone who teased me. I just went along with it like it was my joke too. I wanted everyone to like me ...

Sydney Salter

#3. Reality is the cage of those who lack imagination.

John B. S. Haldane

#4. A Hero: A Moment When You're Bigger Than Yourself.

H. L. Balcomb

#5. He brushed my curls back off my face. I never pictured my life so complete. I never thought I'd have everything I want. You're everything to me, Angel.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#6. My book is very wild. But you know during the period of BATMAN, that there were thousands of Batman and Robin costumes sold and these weren't just for kids.

Burt Ward

#7. Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry - at someone else or at herself - which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.

Haruki Murakami

#8. I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him back, trying to capture this moment, to clasp it, so I could always remember what it felt like to hold him this way.

Janette Rallison

#9. People don't assume John Wayne shoots people and rides a horse on weekends.

Sylvia Kristel

#10. If you cross-section anyone's life from one angle and then another, what constitutes goodness looks different each time. It's not an absolute.

Catherine Brady

#11. Paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer

V.S. Naipaul

#12. Fletcher had always said that apologies were just empty words, and that actions were all that really mattered in the end.

Jennifer Estep

#13. The patience of poverty. In rice fields, backs bent forever. Amazing, man outoxens the oxen and still smiles. The mystery of India, say Indologists.

Gunter Grass

#14. Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.

George Eliot