Blowsy Synonym Quotes & Sayings

If you bake a cupcake, the world has one more cupcake. If you become a circus clown, the world has one more squirt of seltzer down someone's pants. But if you win an Olympic gold medal, the world will not have one more Olympic gold medalist. It will just have you instead of someone else. — Steven E. Landsburg

Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unknown nature, mysteriously flavoured and quite delectable, and that very special gingerbread. Angel cake, that melted in the mouth, and his rather stodgier companion, bursting with peel and raisins. There was enough food there to keep a starving family for a week. — Daphne Du Maurier

I won't make shorthand films, because I don't want to manipulate audiences into assuming quick, manufactured truths. — John Cassavetes

If I'm not telling you something, it's for a reason. Just because you trust me, it doesn't mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesn't work like that. — David Levithan

The future might be dark, but darkness shared wasn't a thing to be feared.
It was to be embraced. — Heather R. Blair

I'm looking into my past lives. I'm convinced some of them still owe me money. — Graham Parke

Car salespersons sell pieces of crap.
Politicians sell the whole turd.
Preachers sell the whole damn cistern! — Alan VanMeter

In real life, love and hate are often only separable if we're willing to recognize our demons and choose to become better people. — John L. Monk

There is this peculiar blind spot in the culture of academic medicine around whether withholding trial results is research misconduct. People who work in any industry can reinforce each others' ideas about what is okay. — Ben Goldacre

If anything is spoken in jest, it is not fair to turn it to earnest. — Plautus

He held his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat was carefully buttoned: he was very pale, and he trembled slightly; his hair, which had still been gray on his arrival in Arras, was now entirely white: it had turned white during the hour he had sat there. — Victor Hugo