#secret

A man's heart may have a secret sanctuary where only one woman may enter, but it is full of little anterooms which are seldom vacant. ↗

— Helen Rowland

#full #heart #little #man #may

Governments are moved by numbers, and the greater the number of people who admit that they believe, the greater the likelihood that the secret - if there is one being kept - will be revealed. ↗

— Dwight Schultz

#being #believe #governments #greater #kept

In my sophomore year, a kid told me that the secret to getting women is to play really, really hard to get. I followed his advice, and I didn't have so much as a date that year. ↗

— Greg Kinnear

#date #followed #get #getting #hard

There's no such thing as the United Nations. If the U.N. secretary building in New York lost 10 stories, it wouldn't make a bit of difference. ↗

— John Bolton

#building #difference #lost #make #nations

My stay-married secret would probably be exercising good communication, not when you have to but all the time. I think if you do that, you kinda just cleanse the situations, so there's not build up. I think that's probably the best way to do it. ↗

— Guy Fieri

#best way #build #cleanse #communication #exercising

Now the big question is: what direction are you moving? Look inward; there is a burning desire in your heart that will make you the person you can become – A superstar! ↗

— Maureen Lawrence

#greatness #lawrence #leadership #maureen #the-secrets-of-superstar

The most difficult secret for a man to keep is his own opinion of himself. ↗

— Marcel Pagnol

#himself #his #keep #man #most

You protect your being when you love yourself better. That's the secret. ↗

— Isabelle Adjani

#better #love #love yourself #protect #secret

The secret to so many artists living so long is that every painting is a new adventure. So, you see, they're always looking ahead to something new and exciting. The secret is not to look back. ↗

— Norman Rockwell

#ahead #always #artists #back #every

The intersection of pork and man was circumscribed with vagueness. Until now sausage was a mysterious world: the fenced-in landscapes of strange, exotic muds, the cloak-and-dagger butchers that veiled their conversations in Old French, the silencing of whole towns upon a nocturnal report of a flying swarm of oinks, the secret herbs and spices involved in the intestinal displacement before my screen. My own sacred art suddenly stirred a sense of understanding in me as to why pig farmers were so reluctant to explain their missing bicuspids to outsiders: sausage could not have effects. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#mystery #sausage #secret-society #art