Brasfield Quotes & Sayings

Photography is nature seen from the eyes outwards. Painting is nature seen from the eyes inwards. — Charles Sheeler

To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world - impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito. — Charles Baudelaire

Because ... you make me the kind of person I've always wished I was. — Abigail Roux

I challenge the homes of Israel to display on their walls great quotations and scenes from the Book of Mormon. — Ezra Taft Benson

Many parents preach to their children but do not set good examples. Parents want the children to do as they say, not as they do. — Billy Graham

A lot of women in the summer nowadays are just a bunch of stuffed shorts. — Rod Brasfield

Do not delay,
Do not delay: the golden moments fly! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It's beautiful," I whispered. "Green as grass." I remembered grass. It could get as green as that dress. — Susie Finkbeiner

The feminine vanity-case is the graveyard of masculine illusions. — Helen Rowland

Atlanta is not the South. Atlanta is not the South, gotdamn it, when you go to Atlanta what does your clock say? When you get off the plane from Los Angeles or Texas, what time do it be over there? Atlanta is East Coast time. You niggas ain't in the South. — Pimp C

We can afford almost any mistake once. — Joe E. Lewis

I am glad that it is old and big. I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me. A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century. I rejoice also that there is a chapel of old times. We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may be amongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay. I am no longer young; and my heart, through wearing years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may. — Bram Stoker