Bedeviled Full Quotes & Sayings

Growing up, I was a very shy, wallflower type. I was not a nerd, but not popular. I was just invisible, like that person you probably didn't know you were in school with. — Jenna Fischer

But dying is for the sweetest ones. And he remembers sweetness, when life was sweet, and sweetly he was given that other lifetime. — Raymond Carver

I always hear myself saying, 'She's a beauty!' or 'He's a beauty!' or 'What a beauty!' but I never know what I'm talking about. — Andy Warhol

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority. — Edward Young

I like stubborn players. At least they have an opinion. If they are right or wrong, this doesn't matter for me. — Ruud Gullit

I tried to walk into Target, but I missed. I think the entrance to Target should have people splattered all around. — Mitch Hedberg

God assumed from the beginning that the wise of the world would view Christians as fools ... and He has not been disappointed. — Antonin Scalia

I don't like to watch playback. But being on the set, watching the way the camera is being moved and the way the light is being used, you do get an idea of it. — Christopher Eccleston

One thing that man HAS learned from history, is how to kill (animals) more efficiently. — Diane Van Der Westhuizen

My work out routine is always changing. It should never stay the same for long periods of time. — Curtis Jackson

What a woman says doesn't amount to shucks. It's the way she says it - that's what counts. — Stephen Crane

the past had other possibilities, and so do we today. — Paul Starr

Don't think, just do. — Horace

I'm so bedeviled by my own ambitions that it never occurred to me that a clouded mind is a recipe for disaster or, that outside my office, there is an entire world full of colors and possibilities. To me, there is only one thing that matters: I have to reach a point where I can finally boast to myself and the whole world that I made it. — Carol Vorvain

Hell, he now understood, went beyond simple torture. Hell inflicted agony with intermittent reprieves to maintain the hope of peace. Hell was not endless dark, but rare rays of sunlight to keep one's eyes longing for their bright beauty. Hell forced hours of suffocation beneath the freezing water with times of release to keep one accustomed to the joy of breath, to let needful expectation be repeatedly stabbed by deprivation. — Daniel Ionson

A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy. — E.B. White