Bourdillon Iris Quotes & Sayings

My life came complete with a factory-installed biological brother seven years my senior. — Augusten Burroughs

One had to immerse oneself in one's surroundings and intensely study nature or one's subject to understand how to recreate it. — Paul Cezanne

After you've seen behind the facade of a stage set you can't take the play seriously any more. You can't go backwards and regain your ignorance; you have to move forward. — Zeena Schreck

I grew up in Chicago, and I understand what Michael Jordan symbolizes. — Dwyane Wade

But my point is not just that the psychological theory is inadequate; it is that the practice is unproductive. If we do not address the ultimate cause of a problem, the problem will not get solved. This is not to say — Alfie Kohn

Granted, prostate exams aren't the most enjoyable things in the world, but they only last about 10 seconds. It's well worth it. Just think of the possible consequences if you don't get it done. — Len Dawson

How do I look to him? she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood it on the floor against a chair. Then she sat down in front of it on the rug and, facing it, slowly opened her legs. The sight was enchanting. The skin was flawless, the vulva, roseate and full. She thought it was like the gum plant leaf with its secret milk that the pressure of the finger could bring out, the odorous moisture that came like the moisture of the sea shells. So was Venus born of the sea with this little kernel of salty honey in her, which only caresses could bring out of the hidden recesses of her body. — Anais Nin

There are always people who will be better at some thing than you are. — Charlie Munger

You have made Commerce a god that weighs on humanity like a twenty-four-pound boil on a man's back (117-118) — Walter Mosley

I am all the days that you choose to ignore. — Thom Yorke

She's wearing her hair in a bun, like a ballerina's. Buns are so sexy. They used to be a treat to take apart: it was like opening a gift. Heads with the hair pulled back into buns are so elegant and confined, so maidenish; then the undoing, the dishevelment, the wildness of the freed hair, spilling down the shoulders, over the breasts, over the pillow. He enumerates in his head: Buns I have known. — Margaret Atwood