Tudn Quotes

#1. Harry and Ron had barely finished their third helpings of Christmas pudding when Hermione ushered them out of the Hall to finalise their plans for the evening.

J.K. Rowling

#2. The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding.

Winifred Holtby

#3. What I realized was how difficult an hour show is and how miserable you can be if you're not happy doing it.

Victor Garber

#4. I'm 47, my girlfriend's 33; she's 14 years younger than me, back of the net!

Steve Coogan

#5. A good meal must be as harmonious as a symphony and as well-constructed as a Norman cathedral.

Fernand Point

#6. I suggest the greatest challenge to Christians in the business world is within - making the heart determination (simply put, the choice) to live by God's principles and sticking with it; making the commitment to serving Christ and mankind with our efforts, our gifts and our knowledge.

Zig Ziglar

#7. Fear or anxiety is a normal part of living. It's the body's way of telling us something isn't right. It keeps us from harm's way and prepares us to act quickly in the face of danger.

Abhijit Naskar

#8. This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart

Charlotte Bronte

#9. Back in the day I used to drive with a rock just in case.

Gonjasufi

#10. I think theatre to some extent is always about telling stories, isn't it, and I think what I've learned is that freedom comes when you tell your story; freedom comes when you tell the truth.

Eve Ensler

#11. My job as an author - at least the way I think of it - is to make a story that is coded and puzzling enough to entice conversation and interpretation, but also to do the opposite: to make some things clear so that it is meaningful in some way, not just a random assemblage of ideas.

Shane Carruth

#12. And in a mad trance
Strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings
We decay
Like corpses in a charnel
Fear & Grief
Convulse is & consume us
Day by day
And cold hopes swarm
Like worms within
Our living clay

Percy Bysshe Shelley