1381 Candy Quotes & Sayings

I love the show 'Nashville,' I mean, that's a show that's pretty incredible. — Nick Jonas

and it was Thalia — Rick Riordan

There's nothing to be said for being famous. It's a pain. You can't be rude to people - it's inexcusable not to be nice. Anyway, it's not in my nature. I was trained to be nice. — Terry Wogan

Daughters of Naiads were a dime a dozen in those days; the place was crawling with them. Nevertheless, it never hurts to be of semi-divine birth. Or it never hurts immediately. — Margaret Atwood

Degrees of ability vary, but the basic principle remains the same: the degree of a man's independence, initiative and personal love for his work determines his talent as a worker and his worth as a man. Independence is the only gauge of human virtue and value. What a man is and makes of himself; not what he has or hasn't done for others. There is no substitute for personal dignity. There is no standard of personal dignity except independence. — Ayn Rand

Is that death
stalking me
now?
no, it's only my cat,
this
time. — Charles Bukowski

I have a pretty good ear. — Miranda Lambert

Be a control freak and people will avoid you. Live and let live, and people will get closer to you and do the same for you. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

Wash, wash, wash. Tone, tone, tone. Strip the oil, then add an oil-free moisturizer to replace the oil. This is how we've been taught to care for our skin. It seems a little crazy when you see it in print, right? Take all that oil out and add chemicals to replace it. Nuts! — Yancy Lael

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell — Dante Gabriel Rossetti

People generally don't suffer high rates of PTSD after natural disasters. Instead, people suffer from PTSD after moral atrocities. Soldiers who've endured the depraved world of combat experience their own symptoms. Trauma is an expulsive cataclysm of the soul. — David Brooks

The windows are open, admitting the September breeze: a month that smells like notepaper and pencil shavings, autumn leaves and car oil. A month that smells like progress, like moving on. — Lauren Oliver

Let us away, my love, with happy speed;
There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see,
- Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead.
Awake! arise! my love and fearless be,
For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee. — John Keats

You remember how Mom had that embroidered pillow? When she got upset, she'd shout into it and no one would hear her. That's Facebook. — Anthony Marra

To add to our misery and despair, a bloated aristocracy has sent to China - the greatest and oldest despotism in the world - for a cheap working slave. — Denis Kearney