Baroncelli Lighting Quotes & Sayings

But she hadn't been able to take root. She'd remembered the wrong things, and forgotten too much. She'd remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she'd forgotten how to grow. — Naomi Novik

Sometimes people don't like me because I'm too honest; I speak the truth. — The Mighty Hannibal

And have you had a lovely evening?"
"Oh, priceless," I said. — Ernest Hemingway,

I haven't had the time to plan returning to the scene because I haven't left it. — Mick Jagger

I think most people, no matter their status now, have big screen TVs, because they're the standard TVs now. And so why would you go to the cinema? — Noel Clarke

You are always a gardener. What grow - and how it grows - is up to you. — Jones Loflin

I never asked Tolstoy to write for me, a little colored girl in Lorain, Ohio. I never asked [James] Joyce not to mention Catholicism or the world of Dublin. Never. And I don't know why I should be asked to explain your life to you. We have splendid writers to do that, but I am not one of them. It is that business of being universal, a word hopelessly stripped of meaning for me. Faulkner wrote what I suppose could be called regional literature and had it published all over the world. That's what I wish to do. If I tried to write a universal novel, it would be water. Behind this question is the suggestion that to write for black people is somehow to diminish the writing. From my perspective there are only black people. When I say 'people,' that's what I mean. — Toni Morrison

In the era of security clearances, to be an Irish Catholic became prima facie evidence of loyalty. Harvard men were to be checked; Fordham men would do the checking. — Daniel Patrick Moynihan

We of the South, — Robert A. Caro

She lifted her chin; her head weighed fifty pounds. "You tried to poison me."
Pretty sure I succeeded in that. — Ophelia London

You could say that it's in talking movies that inner life begins to appear. You can see things happen to the faces of people that were neither planned nor rehearsed. — Mike Nichols

I was at awards shows and felt really lost so it was good to play someone who was really lost. — Anna Kendrick

ROSEMARY
Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary -
Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly -
born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company,
braids a garland of festivity.
Not always rosemary - since the flight to Egypt, blooming differently.
With lancelike leaf, green but silver underneath,
its flowers - white originally -
turned blue. The herb of memory,
imitating the blue robe of Mary,
is not too legendary
to flower both as symbol and as pungency.
Springing from stones beside the sea,
the height of Christ when thirty-three -
it feeds on dew and to the bee
"hath a dumb language"; is in reality
a kind of Christmas-tree. — Marianne Moore