Zeniths Quotes

#1. I find that the older I get, the more I see that there really aren't huge zeniths of happiness or a huge abyss of darkness as much as there used to be.

Paula Cole

#2. The older I get, the more I see that there really aren't huge zeniths of happiness or a huge abyss of darkness as much as there used to be. I tend to walk a middle ground.

Paula Cole

#3. The horror of it is, every goddamn thing you look at seems pretty scary to me.

Kary Mullis

#4. The guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different color, a different voice.

Andres Segovia

#5. I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light. I

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#6. Never give up if you really want something, keep plugging away at it and your dreams can come true.

Robin Leach

#7. You have your goals. They may be small goals or they may be large goals. As you strive to achieve your goals, sometimes your conditions change and your goals will change as well.

Jean Charest

#8. In the inevitable showdown between speed and quality, quality must prevail.

Eric Schmidt

#9. Doctors take the Hippocratic Oath too seriously, as an imperative to do everything for the patient regardless of the cost or effects on others

Ezekiel Emanuel

#10. I still feel there is a case to be made for my old belief that as man approaches the 'new heaven and the new earth'
or the space-age universe, if you will, he must do so with humility rather than with arrogance.

Rachel Carson

#11. He still smelled of limes. It made saliva come into her mouth. It made her feel that before she had been sleepy, and now she was awake.

Monica Ali

#12. At this moment (letting a breeze ripple through her fingers like warm water), Maggie felt that the entire business of time's passing was more than she could bear.

Anne Tyler

#13. The human heart clings - even to its pain.

Marie Dressler

#14. I was not used to criticism.

Terry Bradshaw

#15. She spent the rest of the way home despising New York: anonymity, in virtuous terror; and the squeaking drainpipe, all-night light, ceaseless footfall, subway corridor, numbered door (3C).
('Master Misery')

Truman Capote