Aigis Persona Quotes & Sayings

If it sounds good to me and I hate my voice, so if I'm willing to listen to my voice over and over again, it's a hit. Guaranteed it'll be a hit. — Ginuwine

I really don't think in the past. I sit down with many friends at dinner, and they like to talk about the good old days. I'm respectful of the good old days, but I find myself spending very little time reminiscing. I'm really looking forward. — Donald Bren

If I have any talent at all it's from God, and my mom, who was on Capitol Records also. — Garth Brooks

A lot of these people were getting to where they didn't need help anymore. You have to start all over again. — Sam Worthington

You make me think before I act. You make me want to be a better person-Luxen-whatever. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

He'd be quoting Yeats any moment now if he kept up this nonsense. — Kelly Moran

To me, ultimate happiness is a journey, not a destination. It's not somewhere you end up, it's making choices every day to make yourself happy. — Lizzie Velasquez

She ... ran away so often, and with so many different people, that she became known to her family and friends as the Bolter ... — Nancy Mitford

So now I imagine, among these Angels and their drained white brides, momentous grunts and sweating, damp furry encounters; or, better, ignominious failures, cocks like three-week-old carrots, anguished fumblings upon flesh cold and unresponding as uncooked fish. — Margaret Atwood

The venture community is largely male. — Sandra Lerner

Through portico of my elegant house you stalk
With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit
And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net
Of all decorum which holds the whirlwind back.
Now, rich order of walls is fallen; rooks croak
Above the appalling ruin; in bleak light
Of your stormy eye, magic takes flight
Like a daunted witch,
quitting castle when real days break.


Fractured pillars frame prospects of rock;
While you stand heroic in coat and tie, I sit
Composed in Grecian tunic and psyche-knot,
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
Which such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?



"Conversation Among the Ruins — Sylvia Plath