49783 Quotes & Sayings

I don't wear lipstick when I'm not at work. — Lily Donaldson

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things. — Woody Allen

What movement! What restlessness! Even the mountains can't stand still. — Marty Rubin

A child may have too much of his mother's blessing. — John Ray

After the day's active life, we spend at least a few hours quietly to develop our aesthetic, theoretical, and spiritual understanding of the way of life. By either reading, writing, performing, or thinking and meditating, we should continuously refine our personality and deepen our understanding of art, literature, science, philosophy, religion, and various other arts. — Michio Kushi

I do feel as if I'm living a blessed life at the moment. I've been thinking about the phrase 'living a dream,' because that's exactly what is happening. I'm just trying to go with the flow and take each day as it comes, otherwise I might freak out at all the things that have happened recently. — Katherine Jenkins

If you play good cricket, a lot of bad things get hidden. — Kapil Dev

Some members of both Houses have, it is true, been removed from their employments under the Crown; but were they ever told, either by me or by any other of his majesty's servants, that it was for opposing the measures of the administration in Parliament? — Robert Walpole

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it. — Emile Zola

What I can't understand why Blacks can't achieve royal status when it comes to forms that they have largely created? I mean there's a White King of Rock n' Roll, there's a White King of Jazz, how come we can never achieve titles of royalty in these fields we are supposed to prevail in? They held a so called Rock and Roll Hall of Fame the other night, where White judges credit people who resemble them with the invention of Rock and Roll. I didn't even see Blacks in the audience. — Ishmael Reed

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash. — J.M. Barrie