Big Lez Show Quotes & Sayings

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be. — Paul Valery

if you have a destination programmed into your subconscious you'll make the right decisions to take you in that general direction - — Chris Croft

Success and vocabulary go hand in hand. This has been proven so often that it no longer admits of argument. — Wilfred Funk

Growing up, my mom had a catering business. I used to help her pretty early on and loved doing it. My mom is an amazing cook, and she helped me cultivate a love for food. She taught me that food can be beautiful. We eat not just for survival, but we survive to eat. It's part of who I am. — Kelis

What about your mom?" "She offered to take me to Planned Parenthood to get the Pill and told me to make Adam get tested for various diseases. In the meantime, she ordered me to buy condoms now. She even gave me ten bucks to start my supply. — Gayle Forman

My mother was madly adventurous. My father was an actor - he worked with Gielgud - and my mother came from a very wealthy family. She definitely wasn't meant to marry an actor, but she eloped with him one lunch-time. — Francesca Annis

I'm taking a bit of a wait-and-see attitude towards 3D. — Christopher Nolan

Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer. — Henry David Thoreau

Never perceive anything as being inevitable or predestined. The only absolute is uncertainty. — Lionel Suggs

Now burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
For day is done. Along the frozen docks
The workmen set their ragged shirts aright.
Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy light
Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks
To hut and home among the snow's gray blocks. --
I love you, human labourers. Good-night!
Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache!
Good-night to every sick and sweated brow,
To the poor girl that strength and love forsake,
To the poor boy who can no more! I vow
The victim soon shall shudder at the stake
And fall in blood: we bring him even now. — Trumbull Stickney

This was how a kind heart broke, after all: inward, making no shrapnel. Dear — Chris Cleave