Beryls Dark Quotes & Sayings

I'm generally in favor of economic globalization. Having said that, it doesn't always work and does not immediately work in the interest of all. There are sufferers. — Amartya Sen

Money can't buy happiness but it can buy a huge yacht that sails right next to it. — David Lee Roth

All anyone really wants is to feel appreciated. So if you want to create real, long-lasting relationships, do that. — Charles F. Glassman

Corruption is Africa's greatest problem. Not poverty. Not lack of riches. Not racism. — Dennis Prager

It's funny because the action figures are cool, and then I enjoy the magazines because that's me. Obviously, the fans are wonderful - they're so excited - but I'm not Rey, and people tend to not be able to differentiate the two. — Daisy Ridley

When I was about five my dad built a stage for me in our basement. A full stage, with a curtain, a backdrop and a dressing room. There were three colored spotlights - a red one, a white one, and a blue one. Blue was for nighttime scenes, and red was for when we were in hell. If the neighborhood kids wanted to use the stage, they had to incorporate me into the play. — Paul Reubens

Prison is designed to break one's spirit and destroy one's resolve. To do this, the authorities attempt to exploit every weakness, demolish every initiative, negate all signs of individuality
all with the idea of stamping out that spark that makes each of us human and each of us who we are. — Nelson Mandela

Today life opened inside me like an egg ... — Anne Sexton

I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano. — Megan McCafferty

One time I picked it up and a voice goes, 'Hi, it's Sinatra. Can you play me a record?' I was like, 'Oh yeah, very funny,' and hung up. I thought someone was having a joke, but it was actually Frank. My manager told me there aren't many people who put the phone down on Sinatra. — Tony Blackburn

He is in no real danger. He merely suffers from a lethargy, a sickness that is common among the depressed. He has forgotten who he really is, but he will recover, for he used to know me, and all I have to do is cloud the mist that beclouds his vision. — Boethius