Biddulphs Quotes & Sayings

That's a long time to be so hard, Clay. I bet you need me to do something about that. — Lauren Blakely

At first there's nothing to see, but you feel a sort of weariness that tells you something is in the air. — E.H. Gombrich

Be happy, but be happy through piety. — Madame De Stael

Starting a band is the easy part. Once you've formed the band, you have to tell a story, and that story requires songs. And not just good songs, but great songs. After a while, great songs won't do - they have to be the best. Success doesn't make it any easier. Each time I start a new record, it's a brand-new search. — The Edge

For the first few years after I lost weight, I would feel for my hip bones every morning when I woke up so I would know I wasn't fat. It was like pinching myself so I'd know I wasn't dreaming. — Jean Nidetch

You can't defend the indefensible - anything you say sounds self-serving and hypocritical. — Diane Abbott

They sat in silence until the howl of a distant coyote made her shiver. "He sings for his mate," Cade reassured her. "Does he think the sound of his loneliness will attract her?" Lily asked wryly. "I'm sure it is the beauty of his song." His voice contained almost a hint of a chuckle. "I'm sure that's what he thinks." Her scoffing hid an undertone of bitterness, and Cade was silent for a while. "Men often hide their fears with actions," he finally said. By — Patricia Rice

I used to make up names when I used to catalog my stuff. — Richard D. James

Government doesn't work. You work, I work, Federal Express works, Microsoft works, the Salvation Army works, Alcoholics Anonymous works, but government doesn't. — Harry Browne

I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either. — Elizabeth Berg

Say goodbye to this energy of fear that kept you safe but small. — Panache Desai

Where do nations begin? In airport lounges, of course. You see them arriving, soul by soul, in pre-activation mode. They step into no man's land, with only their passports to hold onto, and follow the signs to the departure gate. There, among the impersonal plastic chairs and despite themselves, they coalesce into the murky Rorschach stain of nationhood. — Kapka Kassabova