To be human is erroneous.
I've had well-paid jobs, but in comparison to what footballers earn, I've not earned serious money.
I received a wonderful email after I spoke at a school from a girl who'd lived in a war zone and endured horrors no human being should suffer, let alone a child. This young lady was fortunate to be bought to Britain and seemed to adjust well, but suddenly found herself falling off the rails and sliding into hell when I chatted to her. In her letter, she told me the difference that I'd made. She's now 20 years old and a fashion designer employing staff and she puts her work ethic down purely to talking to me. It's my most treasured letter.
I've always been very hopeful but I also know that as long as you've got a good work ethic, almost anything is achievable and I learned that in the armed forces.
I like to live life in an understated way because that's who I am - an ordinary guy who has experienced an extraordinary journey.
After I was injured, I had several good examples of "Get on with it, stop whinging and life can be what you make it," because the world doesn't stop turning when you have a boo-boo.
I prefer cash but so many places only take cards these days, it forces you down a line and I don't like that.
God divides the stillness of His omnipresent Oneness into mated pairs, and simultaneously multiplies their power to simulate His omnipotence and omniscience through fast centripetal motion. He then unites His mated pairs to simulate His Oneness, and simultaneously multiplies their speed of centrifugal motion until they disappear into His omnipresent stillness.
I don't really have a structured path of wanting to say, "This is what I'll do next. " I'm just going to read a bunch of scripts and see which one I love. There are so many things I would love to play, in all different genres.
If you hate my guts and have designs to hurt me, and I see you building a cannon aimed at my house, I am not going to wait for you to finish construction.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anaïs Nin I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. George Eliot Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.