Bouveret Artist Quotes & Sayings

Waiting required a future to wait for: a falsehood. I know now that there is only now. I remember things that happened months (or what is years?) ago: old -worn-out nows. The future happens, but it is always shaped from a series of nows. — Kij Johnson

If you check your ego at the door when it comes to comedy, you've got a pretty good shot at making a great movie that you can commit yourself to, you can jump off the proverbial cliff with, and have a great time, and the audiences respond to that. — Dwayne Johnson

A man should never wear shorts in the city. Flip-flops and shorts in the city are never appropriate. Shorts should only be worn on the tennis court or on the beach. — Tom Ford

I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

The world will be saved by beauty. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

With my heart racing, I ran in the other direction; leaving the rest of this rescue to people who actually want to be heroes. — Jodi Picoult

I will respect you like you were my sister or my mother but inspire and love you like
you were a queen. — The Prolific Penman

The veterans of our military services have put their lives on the line to protect the freedoms that we enjoy. They have dedicated their lives to their country and deserve to be recognized for their commitment. — Judd Gregg

Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return. — Leigh Bardugo

Opinions aren't facts. Stop worrying about what people think of you. — Anonymous

So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions. — Anais Nin

Rest forever, tired heart.
The final illusion has perished.
The one we believed eternal is gone.
Just like that. Out the door desire
follows hope. Rest forever.
Enough throbbing. Nothing deserves your attention
nor is the earth worth a sigh.
Bitterness and boredom is life,
nothing else ever, and the world is mud.
Quiet now. Despair for the last time.
Fate gives us dying as a gift.
Now turn from the hills, the ugly hidden power
which rules for the common evil
and the infinite vanity of it all. — Giacomo Leopardi