Bushby Mustang Quotes & Sayings

Caution is crediting, and reserve in speaking, and in revealing one's self to but very few, are the best securities both of a good understanding with the world, and of the inward peace of our own minds. — Thomas A Kempis

The fashion world has been great. We started Apple Bottoms about seven years ago; it's interesting to be able to create something from your perspective, for your fans and support. It's a little different for me, because about 70% of my fans are females. — Nelly

I believe the best test of our integrity and honesty is when we personally enforce in our own lives that which ultimately cannot be enforced. — David A. Bednar

Sometimes we would be staked out in the middle of the river, several barges tied together. So we could party. — Terry Southern

Memory is strange. Scientifically, it is not a mechanical means of repeating something. I can think a thousand times about when I broke my leg at the age of ten, but it is never the same thing which comes to mind when I think about it. My memory of this event has never been, in reality, anything except the memory of my last memory of that event. This is why I use the image of a palimpsest - something written over something partially erased - that is what memory is for me. It's not a film you play back in exactly the same way. It's like theater, with characters who appear from time to time. — Gore Vidal

I decided to lock myself in. A forced segregation. Sabbatical. A retreat into myself. My selves. Play hide and go seek in the looking-glass. The mirror angled at the foot of my bed. Twisted reflections bouncing off into infinity. Obsessed with my image, the myriad of distored figurines who danced in front of me in rapid succession, every feature exaggerated, every slight imperfection a new delicacy. — Lydia Lunch

The gift of today, blessings of the moment. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Yeah... I'm embarrassed that I held on for s long. That I really thought we could go on like we were. — Rainbow Rowell

Yes, the house must be inhabited, and we will see by whom; for imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity. — George Eliot