211 La Quotes & Sayings

She was the one hallucinating now. She took a stumbling, uncertain step forward. Wanting to run toward him, but terrified it was a trick. — Marissa Meyer

He was submitting, submitting because of his fathers, bending his mind in a most perfect slavery to this conflagration. — Stephen Crane

On the morning after the storm the body of a drowned giant was washed ashore on the beach five miles to the north-west of the city. — J.G. Ballard

I wish my readers took less of my time - about a third of my working time goes to them - but I love and need them all. — Piers Anthony

Any growing interest in soccer can only be a sign of the nation's moral decay. — Ann Coulter

I'M ONLY AS SUCCESSFUL AS THE GUY THAT LIVES DOWN THE STREET FROM ME. — Jon Bon Jovi

Once A. K. Coomaraswamy, the great twentieth-century Indian expert on traditional metaphysics and art, said that in modern society the artist is a special kind of person, while in traditional society every person is a special kind of artist. — Seyyed Hossein Nasr

I understand that I have a certain look that can be used to my advantage. I know the power of that when I walk into a room and talk to people, and I can use it as an advertising tool. Now I am actually selling me, my face, my thoughts. So I am my guy. — Tom Ford

Whether you believe you can do a thing or not, you are right. — Henry Ford

For a long time, I debated about whether I would make movies or join the circus and work as a clown. — Denis Lavant

Using the power you derive from the discovery of the truth about racism in South Africa, you will help us to remake our part of the world into a corner of the globe on which all - of which all of humanity can be proud. — Oliver Tambo

I never, ever worry about anybody recognizing me. — Charlie Bewley

Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren't found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if our tears wash us free of some noxious cause of sorrow. And tonight, after crying until I am empty, I have a rare glimpse of my own interior landscape - wounds piled like tiny skeletons into the reef of conscious adult life. I am aground amid my conquered traumas, stranded as a consequence of my achievements. — Carol Cassella