Kishon Valley Quotes

#1. worst blows." Clara spoke these words

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#2. Gossip is the are of saying nothing in a way that leave practically nothing unsaid.

Walter Winchell

#3. Intelligence people are no different from anybody else. They have preconceptions, and when they see them in real life, it reinforces how brilliant they think they are.

Tom Clancy

#4. LISTEN twice as much as you speak.

John C. Maxwell

#5. A higher rate of urgency does not imply ever-present panic, anxiety, or fear. It means a state in which complacency is virtually absent.

John P. Kotter

#6. I am the assasin of my dreams.

Henry Rollins

#7. I have always moved by intuition alone. I have no system, literary or political. I have no guiding political idea.

V.S. Naipaul

#8. Snobs are people who look down on other people, but that does not justify our looking down on them. Who can say what dark fears of being inferior lurk behind their superior airs or what they suffer in private for the slights they dish out in public?

Frederick Buechner

#9. A lot of people go straight from denial to despair without pausing in the middle and doing something about it.

Al Gore

#10. Firestar: jayfeather what does mallow look like?
jayfeather: i dont know, ive never seen any

Erin Hunter

#11. It was like a song, one of those sweet, wrenching songs that makes the hair on your arms stand up. That makes you want to throw yourself on the floor and just bawl. Or fall backward and surrender to the music utterly.

L.J.Smith

#12. I'm not an insomniac. It's just that my mind is in the best position to catch the weight of all hovering possibilities the moment I lie down.

Joyce Rachelle

#13. I'm not always in a full face of make-up! That's actually one of the things I like about make-up - that you can strip it away and show your vulnerability.

Dita Von Teese

#14. Fathom the destiny that, does not just lay before you - but, awaits you.

Eleesha

#15. My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

Virginia Woolf