Zulauf Hall Quotes

#1. Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live.

Bayard Taylor

#2. You have to believe in God to believe in trees.

R.A. Nelson

#3. The commandment to refrain from placing blame on our parents, deeply imprinted in us by our upbringing, skillfully performs the function of hiding essential truths from us.

Alice Miller

#4. I have men in my life. I have a brother. So Maddox will have male teachers. I was raised without a father.

Angelina Jolie

#5. The Cannes film festival is about big-budget films but also remarkable films made in different political regimes by film-makers with little resources.

Kristin Scott Thomas

#6. I don't like to compare years, honestly. I think every year is a different experience, a different challenge. You grow. You evolve as a person and as a player.

Novak Djokovic

#7. The 1844 judgment - more than the state of the dead, the Sabbath, the second coming - establishes the validity of Adventism.

Clifford Goldstein

#8. In the 500-channel universe, which may, of course, contain many more channels than 500, the fun never stops - fun at such a fever pitch as to sometimes seem threatening, numbing, even agonizing.

Tom Shales

#9. Being reviewed is being condescended to by your inferiors.

John Irving

#10. It is curious to reflect, for example, upon the remarkable legend of the Philosopher's Stone, one of the oldest and most universal beliefs, the origin of which, however far back we penetrate into the records of the past, we do not probably trace its real source.

Frederick Soddy

#11. I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I only do it, at last. I hope he will not die before I do!

Emily Bronte

#12. Every word an author writes causes ripples, like tossing a stone into a pond. And you don't know where they'll go, or who they'll touch, or when they might come back to you. I think everything you do is kind of like that, too.

Ellen Hopkins

#13. That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

Sylvia Plath