Andy Grey Quotes & Sayings

underneath the chilly grey november sky
we can make believe that kennedy is still alive and
we're shooting for the moon and smiling,
jackie's driving by and

they say, good try — Andy Prieboy

Money, big money (which is actually a relative concept) is always, under any circumstances, a seduction, a test of morals, a temptation to sin. — Boris Yeltsin

Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey — Andy Partridge

Gordon Brown now bestrides politics and the media like the Colossus of Dunfermline. Whatever happened to Tony Blair? — Austin Mitchell

I have often been afraid, but I would not give in to it. I made myself act as though I was not afraid and gradually my fear disappeared. — Theodore Roosevelt

'The Secret Life of Bees' was my first novel, so I had no process. I was flying by the seat of my pants, as they say, trying to understand how I, as a novelist, would work with story. — Sue Monk Kidd

And she cries even more, for the way the universe keeps throwing her together with the players in her son's tragedy, like handfuls of dust. — Clara Chow

Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative. — Barbara Kruger

Sometimes, you feel that you're unwanted, in someone's life when you're actually the best thing happened in their entire life, it's just too hard, to recognize if they really want you or if they're pretending to want you. — Amna.s

Opera and church recitals are options, of course, but they require some initiative and arrangement: tickets and schedules and so forth. I am not good at that; it's rather like fixing a three-course meal for yourself - perhaps even lonelier. — Joseph Brodsky

Come back to me." It wasn't a plea. It was an offering. Andy finally looked at her, reminding her of the night she'd found Andy sitting on the floor in the dark. That night her eyes had been guarded, closed. Now they were alive, hiding nothing. Kate could see everything; every thought, every fear, every suppressed desire in those piercing, beautiful grey eyes. — Jessica L. Webb